oh dearie. it had to happen sometime in my life. and 5 hours into the 40 hour train ride to perth was as good a time as any to read my first book in t...moreoh dearie. it had to happen sometime in my life. and 5 hours into the 40 hour train ride to perth was as good a time as any to read my first book in this genre. trashy, dumb, irritating, weak female characters, dodo men, stupid. and okay fine, mildly entertaining. but i will not be searching out any other romantic novels in the foreseeable future.(less)
When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will...morephew. so beautiful and honest.
When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea --on which I cannot walk-- and refrain from even sending letters describing my pain.(less)
wow. intense. important. spanning from the early evolutionary history of 'australasia' to the impact and lifestyle of the aborigines to the effects of...morewow. intense. important. spanning from the early evolutionary history of 'australasia' to the impact and lifestyle of the aborigines to the effects of european settlement on aborigines and the australian landscape... i think my brain doubled in size while reading this book!(less)
not a trashy romance novel! an honest, beautiful collection of stories from female australian authors. about everything from rape to motherhood to del...morenot a trashy romance novel! an honest, beautiful collection of stories from female australian authors. about everything from rape to motherhood to delightful lovers to terrible experiences to marriage, etc. (less)
my friend andy sent me this book. this was take two. thank goodness i tried it again. i delighted in the unique language the author created around the...moremy friend andy sent me this book. this was take two. thank goodness i tried it again. i delighted in the unique language the author created around the beautiful, yet flawed characters. this book kept me company on several dark and stormy cycling nights in the middle of farming territory in the middle of new south wales, australia.(less)
Respect as a verb, 'it means that you allow people to see you in your true from, as you are. you show your true self only to people you respect, peopl...moreRespect as a verb, 'it means that you allow people to see you in your true from, as you are. you show your true self only to people you respect, people you think worthy of the effort, and who you consider as having the capacity to understand what you mean and how you are. showing yourself as you truly are to another person, as such, is a sign of respect. i sometimes hear tex thanking a group of people 'for the respect.' he is not thanking them, as most of them probably believe, for listening to him, but he is thanking them for allowing him to see them a they truly are."
awesome book. a very unique, fun, informative read. she throws an incredible diversity of topics into 367 pages. within each chapter she presents a va...moreawesome book. a very unique, fun, informative read. she throws an incredible diversity of topics into 367 pages. within each chapter she presents a variety of theories explaining or discrediting something or another (female aggression, evolution of the clitoris, evolutionary psychology) leaving the reader (me!) sometimes confused and saying, but wait! where is my definitive answer?? but that is the great thing, she gives you so many things to consider and think about without claiming any one answer. that's not to say she doesn't pipe in with her own witty opinion quite often.
"The Icelandic singer Bjork recently complained about feminists. They really bugged her, she said. They whine about things not being equal and then men get all the breaks. She could understand that feeling for people of her mother's generation, or her grandmother's, but not now. Today the prison door is open, she insisted. All you have to do is walk out.
Part of me was happy to hear her say that, to know that she sees the door as open and herself as a free and fiery primate. More of me thinks, Get thee to an optometrist, Lady Magoo, for thy pale eyes are boiled blind. Sure, the door may be open--for now--but it's kept open by the strength of a lot of blistered female fingers and female feet and the wedging in of a rounded female haunch or two..."(less)
A completely amazing, emotional book. A must read for anyone interested in human and animal welfare. I haven't been so emotionally affected by a book...moreA completely amazing, emotional book. A must read for anyone interested in human and animal welfare. I haven't been so emotionally affected by a book since "the only kayak."
p. 88 "I often found myself in heated exchanges with Washoe that reminded me of my own childhood. For ex., in early 1969, I had the thankless job of keeping her in the garage on laundry day while Susan Nichols used the washer in the Gardner's home to clean Washoe's clothes. Before, whenever Washoe had seen us gathering up her clothes, she'd know that the Gardner's backdoor would soon be open and she could sneak inside, where she would launch a chimp style raid: emptying the fridge, romping through the beds, and ransacking the closets. I always wound up frantically chasing her around the house. One time I turned on the vacuum cleaner to scare her out. This worked a little too well. in her panic to escape, she began defecating all across the Gardner's Persian rug.
The new laundry day strategy had me luring Washoe away from the trailer by suggesting that we GO GARAGE PLAY before Susan gathered up the dirty clothes. Washoe was usually enthusiastic about this b/c we had fixed up th garage as a rainy day playroom. We painted jungle scenes on the walls and put in a mattress for Washoe to bounce on, a parachute to swing on, and rugs to roll in. It was big enough for her to ride her tricycle around or to have wagon rides in. Once we were inside I would surreptitiously paddock the door.
This worked fine until Washoe looked out the window and saw Susan on her way to the Gardner's with the laundry. Then the garage became a prison and I was the big, bad brother. First she asked GO OUT. When I refused she signed, OPEN KEY, just in case I had forgotten how to get out. She even resorted to her most polite PLEASE OPEN. When I signed my refusal, she first began tickling me, then pinching and scratching, and finally tearing my shirt off. I was bigger than Washoe, but nowhere near as strong. I had to do something fast of these games would turn into major brother sister brawls.
It was during one of these brawls that I remembered a trick my older brother played on me when they wanted to keep me from going into a forbidden room. They would tell me that the "bogeyman" was in that room and he would "get me if I went inside." There was no question that Washoe's bogeyman was big black dogs so I pointed to the locked garage door and signed BIG BLACK DOG OUT THERE. EAT LITTLE CHIMPANZEE. Right away Washoe's eyes got big and her hair stood on end. She stood up on two legs and began swaggering like one angry ape. She hammered on the wall with the back of her hand. Then, suddenly, she charged across the garage, leaping into the air at the last moment and slammed into the locked door with both feet. Then she came back over to me.
This was working better than I had ever imagined. Washoe had ripped so many of my shirts on laundry day that I decided it was time to even the score a little. I asked her, YOU WANT GO OUT AND PLAY WITH BLACK DOG? She retreated to the farthest corner of the garage.
These exchanges went considerably beyond the kind of non-verbal communication one can have with a chimpanzee using facial expression and body language, or with a dog through barks and single word commands. Washoe and I were communicating. Symbolically she gave me symbolic information - telling me to open the door and suggesting that I unlock it using the key. I responded with symbolic information, false though it way, about the big black dog. If I hadn't been able to conjure up a non-existent dog, and if Washoe hadn't been able to comprehend it, I might not have been able to defuse our conflict. My soon might have been acquiring English faster and more comprehensively than Washoe was acquiring American Sign Language, but they were both using language to communicate abstractly and effectively. For me, this was the most powerful evidence supporting Darwin's theory that human language emerged from our ape-like ancestor."(less)
it is not often that i don't want a 900+ page book that isn't harry potter to end. but roberts created such an interesting, supposedly true narrative...moreit is not often that i don't want a 900+ page book that isn't harry potter to end. but roberts created such an interesting, supposedly true narrative of his life in india and around that i could have read and read and read. the stories in the book are intriguing, adventurous, sad, and touching. i would have given it five stars if wasn't for the way he described all his interactions with women and loving those women. the book is still in germany so i can't give any direct quotes, but way over the top sentimental sap. horrendous. vomit-inducing. it was that bad. but aside from those bits, a great read!(less)
"wombats are the hobbits of the australian bush, living underground...their tunnels are designed to fit their own bodies snuggly. it i...morei love wombats!
"wombats are the hobbits of the australian bush, living underground...their tunnels are designed to fit their own bodies snuggly. it is part of a wombat's defence strategy that it can seal its home with an impenetrable posterior. even so, wombats are able to execute a barrel roll with a twist that allows them to flip around a full 180 degrees. they have the flexibility of a contortionist...and are able to flatten themselves like dough under a rolling pin and slip through cracks less than 10cm high. they can easily run 100m in under 10 seconds. in fact, they can maintain a speed of 40 k/hr for over 150m...also superb swimmers. frighteningly efficient wrestlers...with tough hides a full 1 cm thick layer of skin and a plat of bone, muscle, and cartilage on their backs that enables them to squeeze under any intruder entering their tunnel and slam them against the roof. the largest burrowing herbivores on the planet. the plasma concentrations of thyroid hormones in wombats are the lowest recorded of any mammal, indicating a metabolism that is highly efficient. wombat poo is the driest mammal poo on earth b/c they are one of the most efficient consumers of water that mammal evolution has ever created. the complexity of their brain means they are probably as intellingent as carnivorous placental mammals and aspects of their senses are considered to be akin to that of primates. they are almost certainly the most intelligent of the world's marsupials." p 7-11(less)