The window to my soul is my desk



The two photos above show some of what I cam across while cleaning up my desk the other day. There appear to be some themes…

1. I am a nerd. I have three different sorts of paperclips, including whale-shaped ones; and two of the paperclips found were bent into the “resetting electronic devices” configuration. And hands up who else has two or more space-related apps on their phone? (I have the paid version of SkyView and downloaded the NASA app tonight in case anything happens on Mars that I need to know about).

2. I don’t just have one of anything.
a) I can explain the pocket knives – the one on the left is my first Victorinox knife. I liked it very much. One of my favourite things was that it has a Philips head screw driver instead of a corkscrew. The middle one is the one I bought when I broke the scissors on the first one. I like the scissors. Sadly I couldn’t find a screw-driver model one for the replacement. Then I lose the replacement. So I bought the third one. The third one is the same as the first one but with a hacksaw as well. Oooooh hacksaw. Just in case I need to hack anything. Then I found the second one a few days ago.
b) The penlights – I found at least another three in my car the other day and there are several in my work bag. Penlights are things that nurses always have and I always borrow then forget to give back. This tends not to be an issue because nurses are usually privy to the knowledge of where to get NEW disposable penlights, so they just get a new one, and I carry the old one until I lose it. On my desk or in the car apparently.
c) The scissors. I like scissors. The left-most pair is my best pair of scissors. They are Kyocera brand with ceramic blades. Very sharp and fun. The second pair is my old set of Kyocera ceramic scissors. You will note that one of the blades is broken. A clumsy relative dropped them quite skillfully – it is very hard to break the blades by dropping. I don’t know where the third pair came from. The fourth pair is disposable scissors from a suture kit. The fifth pair is another Kyocera ceramic pair, sent to me by the Kyocera people when my relative dropped pair #2 and I was unable to find a replacement. They didn’t have access to the scissors I wanted, but were very kind and sent me that pair that they had floating around. I use them to trim Pooka’s beard/moustache/eyebrows. The sixth pair is Woolworths nail scissors that are inferior to Victorinox. The seventh pair is not shown as the relative that broke the second pair has borrowed/lost them.
d) Not shown is my stapler collection. I have four staplers. Maybe I’ll review them another time.

3. I like sharp cutting devices. Yes. That is true. I also like pens though, and paperclips!

I have made an observation

I have noticed that in the work car park, cars parked rear to curb tend to be driven by nurses whereas those parked front to curb tend to be driven by doctors.

This is interesting. I have never parked rear to curb and can’t work out why you would – it’s a lot more fuss and bother to get in, and you hold up traffic, AND reversing out of a parking spot is a lot simpler than reversing in.

Why is it so? Is this taught at nursing school between “Planning tea breaks 101” and “Where to buy those upside downsy watches from (advanced)”??

Book shopping

So with current global financial shenanigans, I have been reminded that the Australian dollar’s lofty place in the world currency market will not last forever (and who knows, may crash tomorrow). THEREFORE tonight I felt it was time to buy the very expensive textbook I’ve been thinking about for a while.

And, well, even though it’s free shipping and they don’t put all your books into a single package anyway, a trip to Book Depository is not complete with a single book… THEREFORE it was my duty to spend all the money I saved by going there in the first place.

Well! I was delighted to see that in the last five days some Stella Gibbons books have been republished. I only recently became acquainted with Stella Gibbons when Cold Comfort Farm was published in a $9.95 Penguin edition a couple of years ago. CCF (aside from being congestive cardiac failure) is a parody of the “agricultural romance” novels popular in the 1920s. It is freaking hilarious.

After reading CCF, I searched online for more Stella Gibbons and there wasn’t a whole lot around – Nightingale Wood was occasionally available although I didn’t get around to buying it, but not much else. Today I learned that there are (at least) two more CCF books (one not out yet), plus another novel called Starlight – these were only re-released in the last five days! So tonight I have ordered Conference at Cold Conference Farm, Starlight and Nightingale Wood. And I am eagerly awaiting Christmas at Cold Comfort Farm which will be released in a few months.

I also purchased An Anatomy of Addiction – a book about two bigwigs in medical history and their erm experiences with the new miracle drug of their time, cocaine. Sigmund Freud is well known enough. William Halsted doesn’t have quite the same household name status – he was a surgeon who was very important in the development of modern surgical practice – he was a big fan of sterile technique and the use of anaesthesia (I think most of us would agree that anaesthesia is a welcome component to the surgical process). Should be an interesting read.

Now we just play the waiting game and see how many days the deliveries will be spread over…

In other news, yesterday I finally took care of 18 months worth of shredding. I do not recommend saving your shredding for this long, particularly if you work in an area with a high volume of bits of paper requiring shredding. Oh if only backyard incinerators were still legal!

An adventure

mysterious structure view 1

So it appears that I have been a bit of a failure in the blogging department lately. Oh well. I am currently having a spot of annual leave. It’s not that I don’t like work, but I am so looking forward to retirement.

Today I went on an adventure to The Powerhouse Museum with a teacher friend who has Fridays off. We actually visited the Powerhouse a few weeks ago but ran out of time that day and missed a few things. And there are a few new exhibits since then anyway.

So. Of note today (not an exhaustive list):
1. The very large tower in the photo above. It is not a part of, or at all related to the museum apart from being on the way there from the station. I looked at it from all angles and was none the wiser. On google maps it appears to be hollow. A friend finally informed me this evening that it’s a smoke stack!. So there you go.

2. The magical grand piano with a floppy disc drive that records what you play and plays it back – not as a recording, it moves its own keys. I actually saw this on a school excursion ~12 years ago and at that time it was pretty amazing. We’re talking about the days when 2Mb was the inbox limit for most web-based mail, no-one had digital cameras and mp3 players were rare and primitive. So I was pretty excited that it’s still there, although it’s not giving demonstrations anymore.

3. Behold! A double flageolot! (on the right)


In other news, I bought a Xaphoon a few months ago. It is a fun instrument.

4. Space

The space exhibit is pretty cool. It has a zero gravity simulator which is a little trippy, lots of replica satellites and whatnot, some bits of space ships or launching things or something… space suits, an emergency pod thing (basically a metal ball that falls in the if things go wrong…), space food, videos where astronauts say stuff about astronauting….

5. Love Lace is part of the big design dealie they have going at the moment. It appears that lace has been redefined to mean “anything with holes in it”. Anyway, there are some interesting pieces there. The female urinary and reproductive systems made out of human hair was perhaps the most interesting…

There were many other notable things to see but I don’t want to overdo this blogging lark.

Spelling Bee

It appears that I have forgotten to blog for a while. So perhaps a spelling lesson is in order.

I have noticed recently that a couple of nurses are not aware that the spelling of bowl and bowel are… well… different.

This morning I learned that Mrs Gummy’s dentures were ill-fitting and she had left them in a bowel overnight.
This made me laugh. Might not have made Mrs Gummy laugh when it was time to put the dentures back in though.

Always back up your data

So the recent troubles with losing the envelope containing all the secrets of the universe have reminded me that backing stuff up is important.

Therefore I will be writing my passwords on another envelope and putting it in a Very Safe Place. In light of my lack of neatness, I may well write the passwords on a few envelopes and put them in a few Very Safe Places.

If anyone who knows where I live has an envelope that they feel would be suitable for the role of password keeper, please send it with a brief explanation of why you think your envelope is fit for such an honour. Applications close whenever I feel like it.


I’m very pleased to announce that I have found the back of the envelope with all the passwords to my life written on it. It was kind of under the floor rug. However it appears that I actually wrote the passwords on the front of the envelope. Luckily the passwords can still be accessed by turning over the envelope.

Very glad that I found it – there’s no way I would have guessed or remembered what I changed my computer password to. Which would be ok in most situations but apparently to reset the password on a Mac, you have to reboot the computer with the operating system disk in the drive. I have the disk. But for some reason my computer won’t read it (the disk can be read by my other computers and my computer can read other disks…), so I actually installed the current operating system from a copy of the disk that I borrowed from the guy at the shop where I bought the real one… anyway, that could have got messy.

In other news, if your urinary tract infection can be diagnosed from 20+ metres away by anyone with a nose… um… yes, it’s time to take some antibiotics.

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Don’t you hate it when in a moment of post-email-being-hacked panic you change all your passwords and write them on the back of an envelope due to this being probably the most secure place to store them and then some time later when trying to install new software on your computer you realise that you have no idea what the new password is for your computer and the envelope is nowhere to be seen due to your failure to deal with paperwork for the last few months…

At any rate it does seem that the back of an envelope is a very safe place to keep passwords.