Thursday, 29 September 2011

Just keep walking

I've just recently started the 10,000 steps challenge as part of work and am starting to discover just how sedentary my lifestyle is.

Day 1: Logged 8000 steps, but only because I went on a 50 minutes walk in the evening to boost my step count.

Day 2: Only logged a paltry 5000 steps. Luckily, it was gym night, so after 40 minutes of hard going on the cross training, I ended the day with 12000 steps.

Day 3: 6000 steps. No walk, no gym, just a normal couch potato day.

It's currently 5pm and I have only logged 4500 steps. I don't really have the motivation to go to the gym today, but looking at the number of steps, I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I should.

It's funny how when you've actually set a goal, you have this insatiable urge to achieve it. Now that I actually have this target of 10,000 steps a day, I find myself more willing to walk around the office. In fact, finding various excuses of things that I need to get done that requires me to walk.

Or maybe I'm just realising how inactive I am and that I perhaps need to move more for the sake of my health.

And yet, I'm so sedentary that I still cannot hit my target without the help of some planned physical exercise!

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Three reasons why I love spring

  1. It promises the arrival of summer (read: warmth).
  2. I don't have to leave the office in the dark.
  3. All the pretty flowers that start to bloom . . .
. . . hmm . . . flowers . . . pollen . . .

And for the one big reason why I would rather we skipped spring and went straight to summer? Runny noses and itchy eyes.

Oh hayfever, how I wish you and Spring weren't such good friends.

Why do they call it hayfever anyway?

I guess hay may have something to do with its historical origins, but fever? The only thing warm about me during a hayfever attack are my nose and eyes from all that friction of rubbing them!

Monday, 26 September 2011

Change . . . and Facebook

So those with Facebook accounts would have noticed some changes recently. No, this is not a post about whether the changes are good or bad, but about the reaction that Facebook receives whenever it makes a change. Two words:

Facebook Sucks.

Having been an early-ish adopter of Facebook, I have seen the social network site go through numerous changes over the last years. Yes, some of them were a little dubious. Others were simply . . . different.

And it seems that that's precisely what gets everybody heated up. "Why can't Facebook keep things the way it was before?"; "This new [insert appropriate feature] is so stupid. I preferred the old feature" and "Stop changing, Facebook" are the common complaints that pop up all over Facebook and the rest of the internet whenever something new happens.

But seriously, are the changes really that bad? Or is it the change in itself that's bad?

Yes, making a change requires us to change in response. But isn't that something to be embraced? It keeps things fresh and in the process, we might end up discovering something new!

The thing about these changes and the response is that after a month or so, the kerfuffle dies down, everybody lives with the current situation until the next change comes along and it starts all over again.

What about simply taking the change in your stride instead of wasting your energy complaining about it?

And if you really think Facebook sucks, why are you still on Facebook?

Thursday, 1 September 2011

It's a rap


Even if you don't believe in Christianity, I reckon this video may be of interest purely from its editorial point of view. And I have a weakness for cool raps that I can actually understand.

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Josh Cunningham: Singing a New Song


Published in Signs of the Times, August 2011.

pdf available.

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Wednesday, 20 July 2011

East Africa Drought


I am ashamed to say that life has gotten so hectic lately that I have failed to keep up with what's happening around the world. Thankfully, exercising on the cross-trainer at the gym gives me some opportunity to catch up a little bit on my news and that was when I came across this rather sad piece yesterday.

Africa is in strife. Again.

Yes, it happens way too often and it can be quite demoralising. I guess more for them than for us, considering they're living through it. But it just makes me sad that no matter how hard (or little?) we try to help, it still doesn't seem to make a difference.

But this doesn't mean we should stop helping. No indeed. Coz if we did, then they wouldn't even get that little bit of help. I'd like to believe that it's simply about helping, not about the quantity. So even if it means helping only one person, it's still helping that one person.

Anyway, the latest is that Kenya and Somalia are in drought and people are starving to death. From what I heard, it's the worst food shortage they've faced in 60 years. Which probably makes it on an even worse scale than in the 1980s when your parents started saying, "Don't waste food, there are starving children in Ethiopia."

It's bad. People are hungry. They are going to aid organisations for help but these aid organisations are not equipped enough to help the overwhelming number of people.

Will you help?

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Why I'm a chick and I do NOT dig Bruno Mars' Marry You*

Have you heard the lyrics?

I mean, really listen to it, besides the part where he's crooning "I want to marry yoooooou" to wedding bells chiming in the background?

This is the guy who wants to marry this girl because:
  1. He's looking for "something dumb to do"
  2. He's proposing getting married at a dinky chapel because then "no one will know"
  3. Oh, they both happen to be "trashed"
  4. And what's this about "If we wake up and you wanna break up that’s cool"?!?!
Bruno Mars might as well have just sung "You wanna have a one night stand"? It's just about as unromantic as that!

But the sad thing is...it's got a rather catchy tune...*walks off humming*

*This blog has largely been inspired by the fact that every time I hear Marry You on the radio, the DJ almost always preface it by "All the girls love this song..." or something along those lines.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Gnomeo


Now this is what I call a truly quick knit. And the best bit? I pretty much made up the pattern. It's a really simply pattern, but considering I had never done pattern designing before, I'm pleased that it didn't turn out looking stupid.

Well, ok, not stupid in the "it looks munted" kind of way. I'm not going to debate the other kind of stupid.

It basically involved doing some ribbing at the start (knitting in the round), doing some stockinette stitches for a while, and then doing some basic decreases and finishing with an i-cord. Viola!

I was going for gnome. But I think it kinda looks gumnut-ish too.

Pattern here.

Saturday, 2 July 2011

Brother Beanie


This was in theory meant to be a pretty quick knit. All I really had to do was knit a few rows of garter stitches in the round, move on to stockinette and then proceed to decrease. The ear flaps are then added afterwards.

However, there were a few hiccups:
  1. Between uni and work, I was finding it really hard to garner up enough motivation to finish it. So what would have taken a couple of weeks at the most ended up taking a couple of months.
  2. My DPns were not quite long enough to hold all the stitches, so it was quite fiddly trying to ensure the stitches didn't fall off while I was knitting (a few did fall off in the end, I simply tied knots on the inside to ensure they didn't unravel).
  3. I misread the pattern somehow when I finally had some holidays from uni and was visiting D's sister's family in Tassie. Our flight home was delayed because of the Chilean ash cloud. Luckily, we were flying Virgin, so we had no flight cancellation, only a delay because of some heavy fog cover, which meant ample knitting time. As a result of misreading the pattern however, I ended up knitting more rows than needed (the time I took to knit up those extra unwanted rows could probably have been used to finish it).
  4. I didn't realise I had misread the pattern while on a long car ride and continued to add to the rows. It wasn't until a friend mentioned that the beanie looked like it was complete that I decided to take a long hard look at the beanie and that was when I discovered it was simply going to be ginormous. And so began the joyful task of unpicking.
I finally got there however, and through no deliberate intention, have made a "Rasta" beanie, according to both the brother and D.

So discounting the mistakes and the fact that the beanie may be a touch too big circumference-wise, it was a really easy and quick knit. I can definitely see myself making more of these beanies.

"Kim's Hats" pattern from Last-Minute Knitted Gifts

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Paradise No More?


Article written as part of a subject for my Master of Publishing course.

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If you prefer not to download the pdf, article text is as follows:

Paradise No More?

Before Muhammad founded Islam, he lived with a Bedouin family in the desert, folks who had long ago associated verdant oases with paradise. That idea remained with Muhammad and green has become Islam’s traditional colour, a promise of blessings and happiness. But is trouble brewing in paradise?

The global debate is rife and often negative when it comes to discussions about what rights Muslim women have. This is fuelled by frequent media reports on stories such as women as young as 12 who are forced to marry their first cousins and the strict sharia laws that support “honour killing” for women who defy the tight rein husbands, fathers and brothers have over them.

And the perception is not only that Muslim women have no rights, but also that they willingly choose to relinquish them. As politician Bronwyn Bishop puts it in a 2005 interview with ABC radio, “Some people are comfortable in a position of being a slave. Some people can’t deal with the choices that freedom offers.”

How can all of that be called paradise?

“Don’t wear the hijab”

Surprisingly, the idea that Islam is a religion that restricts women is preposterous to many young Muslim women in Australia. “Why would someone accept to be oppressed?” asks Sydney University law student Ruveyda Ozturk, whose father is an imam (an Islamic spiritual leader).

22-year-old Ozturk, who was born in Turkey and moved to Australia with her family when she was 10, believes that any woman who actually understands the teachings of Islam will never find it oppressive. “[Oppression] definitely doesn’t form the religion itself. I really haven’t felt that kind of oppression at any stage when it comes to my family,” she says.

Rahil Ansari, 24, agrees. Although raised in a family with a Muslim background, Ansari only chose to practice Islam eight years ago and cites this ability to choose her religion and who she married as examples of the kind of freedom that Muslim women experience.

“My dad had a big issue the day I decided to wear the scarf. He almost gave me a lecture as to why I shouldn’t be wearing it,” Ansari says of the hijab, a symbol used by many to prove that Muslim women are forced to do things against their will.

Hidden agendas

As Waleed Aly, author of People Like Us: How Arrogance is Dividing Islam and the West, suggests, the current Western fixation on and perhaps exaggeration about the oppression of Muslim women is a political issue. And it started, he argues, when America needed ammunition for justifying their “War on Terror”. The need to ensure the rights of women in Afghanistan was a convenient excuse, considering Western politicians show little concern about “child sex slavery in Thailand, dowry burnings in India, or the selective abortion of females that occurs throughout the world”.

Of course, the idea that Muslim men clutch the rights of their female counterparts with a deathlike grip is not without some justification, as seen in the laws passed by the Taliban while in power in Afghanistan. Women were not allowed to work, be educated or even walk the streets freely without donning a burqa and accompanied by a male blood relative, and public executions and flogging of women were common.

However, “the patriarchal elements within Muslim communities are…sociological rather than theological,” says Dr Shakira Hussein, a postdoctoral researcher specialising in issues surrounding Islam and gender at the University of Melbourne.

“Some things are being done in the name of a particular version of Islam but I don’t think it’s the religion that generates that…the patriarchal readings of Islam are not inherent to it.”

Ansari, who was born in Afghanistan, agrees. “There’s a verse in the Koran, it says ‘there is no compulsion in religion’. That pretty much tells you that you can't oppress someone and you can’t make someone do something that they don’t want to do,” she says. The Taliban, she believes, is an extreme example of what the religion would be, if interpreted wrongly.

“It boils your blood when you think of some of the stuff [the extremists] say. Where did they get these teachings from? Are we reading the same book?”

Women’s playground

The Koran, according to Ozturk, does put certain restrictions on females that could be seen as oppressive, especially if taken from a Western point of view – Muslim women are not allowed to date (by a Western definition) and are required to dress modestly.

“If your parents tell you not to have a boyfriend, it doesn’t mean they’re oppressing you in an Islamic sense,” Ozturk says. “I don’t see it as a form of oppression but as a way of instilling in you the right values and standards so that you are able to observe your faith.”

Ozturk agrees that this prescription of what one should do or wear can be a form of oppression if done in the extreme. But she also believes that in general, Muslim women are not voiceless puppets and are in fact held in high regard within their community.

So while it’s usually Muslim men who dominate discussions on Islam matters, the female interest is present because of the woman’s “important position as the head of the family in the household” and the influence that she wields.

This lack of female representation in the leadership context is of concern to Hussein. While many organisations may have formed to address the needs of Muslim women, she sees it as a form of “rather than let the girls in to play with the big boys, let’s give them a little playground of their own”.

But this playground is, Hussein admits, not without its benefits. As she speaks to the Muslim women involved in such organisations, she discovers that often they are able to adopt better strategies to address issues that affect women than if it were left to the men.

“In my life and in my experiences as being a Muslim, I have never felt that my voice hasn’t been heard. When we’re making decisions, we do them in consultation with all of us,” says Ansari, who works with both Muslim men and women in her work in the Affinity Intercultural Foundation, an organisation that tries to increase awareness of the Muslim community, its religion and culture.

Perspectives

“If you were to understand the religion, understand the wisdom behind why people practice it the way they do, and why people instil the values that they instil within their lives, then you realise that it’s normal, it’s acceptable and it actually means a valuable lifestyle for these people,” Ozturk says. “Even though from a Western approach, it might not seem like that in the first instance.”

Hussein, Ozturk and Ansari, all intelligent, assertive and successful women in their own right, are quick to point out that they would not be Muslim if the religion were indeed oppressive to women. In fact, Ansari says, “My religion empowers me as a woman. It’s like a divine right to be here. God has commanded me to do certain things and it makes you feel empowered [knowing that]”.

And so Islam still holds the promises of blessings and happiness that Muhammad taught. Islam is still a pathway to paradise for all those who follow it. The question is, when outsiders look at Islam, whose interpretation and whose cultural context are they doing it through?

“There is no oppression…but when you lack a conversation [with Muslims], you’re open for all sorts of misunderstandings and misinterpretations,” Ozturk says.

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Jessica Rowe on Love, Wisdom and Motherhood


Published in Signs of the Times, May 2011.

pdf available.

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Saturday, 14 May 2011

First cookies

It was a natural progression - after all the cupcakes I was baking, I had to attempt cookies (in January this year, I'm only talking about it now). But no, these weren't going to be your normal choc chip cookies, they had to be choc chunk cookies.


The main reason why I used chunks of Cadbury's milk chocolate (and white chocolate. Yum!) had more to do with economy than anything. On special, they actually cost less than choc chips. And so I cut up two blocks of chocolate and mixed them into the batter. Utter decadence. Mmmm.

After about 15 minutes...


Turns out generous amount of cookie batter on baking tray becomes ginormous-sized cookies when baked. And experienced bakers would know this, but I learned it the hard (no pun intended!) way - cookies become harder after they've been taken out of the oven and cooled.
So if you like soft, chewy cookies, don't take them out of the oven when they've reached the right consistency. Do it before. Naturally, these cookies were a little on the crispy side. But I know for next time - less than 10 minutes it is!

I would share the recipe, except I took it off the net and have no idea where to find it again (I did write it down in my recipe book, silly. I just can't hyperlink it). But it's a typical cookie recipe and if you really want it, let me know and I'll send it to you.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Marble cupcakes


This was meant to be a black and white, vanilla and chocolate, marble cupcake, but I decided to make it red (with vanilla bean paste) and brown (with Cadbury's hot chocolate). This was a more complex recipe, actually requiring me to separate egg yolks and egg whites and involved a lot more intense beating.

The recipe made 16 cupcakes but I didn't realise that only until I scooped all the batter into 12 moulds and put it into the oven. Unsurprisingly, they ended up more like muffins than cupcakes.

I drizzled icing sugar over the top and scattered pastel sprinkles on them. They're still pretty, but I suppose they're not cupcakes per se.

Recipe: Black & White Cupcakes, from Cupcakes Galore by Gail Wagman.

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Friday night chocolate cupcakes


This was actually done in November last year. My first foray into cupcake making with a fairly easy cake recipe.

The topping was a little tricky, since it involved double boiling chocolate (did you know that chocolate can burn and therefore become crumbly and not gooey?). Incredibly decadent chocolaty goodness.

Recipe here.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Drape


Another epic project - took me about nine months to finish this. It wasn't a particularly difficult pattern, considering it's mostly stocking stitch. I did modify the pattern so that the only seaming I had to do was to sew the sleeves on to the jacket. Actually enjoyed doing the modifications!

Gave it yellow trimmings because I had spare yarn but mainly because I thought a plain white jacket too boring.


The entire thing may actually be just a tad too big because my gauge was completely off since I was using replacement yarn, but love love love the super long sleeves, which I am almost always never able to get with store-bought clothes.

Pattern from Simply Knitting 6, September 2005.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Love, Kirsten

 

Published in Adventist Book Centre catalogue, 2 April 2011.

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Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Matters of the Heart


Published in Record, 2 April 2011.  

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Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Being Lily Bragge


Published in Signs of the Times, April 2011.  

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Friday, 18 March 2011

Would you stop?

We were driving along Centenary Drive yesterday evening on the left most lane when I saw a man walking ahead of me, in the same direction as the traffic.

He was in my lane (like a car would, except he isn't one or was in one) and completely oblivious to the other cars whizzing past him at 80km/h speeds in the other two lanes (it was peak hour). I overtook him somewhat cautiously, but had to stop at the lights a short distance down the road. That was when he overtook me.

We contemplated winding down the windows to ask if he was alright, but he looked like he was on a mission. By some miracle, cars missed him when he walked across the intersection.

He kept on walking, the lights turned green for me. It didn't take long for me to catch up to him and this time, there was no way I could overtake him as he was in the middle of the lane, and cars in the other two lanes were not letting up.

We were starting to get concerned. Memories of the F3 debacle came to mind.

So I put my hazard lights on, stopped the car and Daniel got out. He ran to the man, who was still walking, while I got the car moving again, trailing behind them with my hazard lights still on.

A car agitatedly beeped at the man/me and I could see that there was a huge line of cars behind me. While Daniel walked with the man trying to find out his circumstance and get him to a safer spot up on the curb, out of the line of the traffic, cars from behind me started pulling out.

As they freed themselves from their delay, I could hear them floor the accelerator hardly, speeding off to wherever they were going. Some even pulled back into the lane in front of Daniel and the man, but  leaving very little gap. It was reckless, it was dangerous, it was an act of frustration.

During the entire debacle, which lasted no more than ten minutes, not one car slowed down. No one even tried to attempt to find out what was wrong, no one tried to ensure the safety of humans on a road full of speeding cars. Instead, all I sensed was frustration and annoyance, as drivers made a point of accelerating loudly and overtaking dangerously.

I didn't look at the drivers. I was too worried for Daniel out there with that man. I wonder if perhaps there were rude gestures from the other drivers.

I honestly don't know what would have been the right thing to do. By me slowing down, I held up traffic. It was dangerous and I recognise that I was probably being a hazard to other drivers. But what was the alternative? To drive off and leave the man to walk the lane alone?

If my car got hit, I would/might/possibly survive in the "protection" of my car. If the man got hit, what chance does he have?

I truly do not know. All I know was I was concerned and yet I felt really bad for holding up traffic. I didn't know which action to choose.

Daniel didn't end up convincing the man to get on to the curb - he started to get aggressive and Daniel came back to the car to avoid a violent confrontation. We called the police who said they would send a car to check it out, and during the phone call, the man stepped on to the curb and decided to have a cigarette.

He looked like he had no intentions to leave the curb, we knew a police car was coming, and so we left.

We left the obviously unstable man there on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette.

My conscience still pricks me for leaving him there.
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