“It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”― F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”― F. Scott Fitzgerald
Smile! Life is good! Continue reading
My email to a rural journalist:
A couple of years ago I wrote my journalism honours thesis on the use of sensationalistic language to describe shark attacks in the media. Through my study of linguistics and interviews with many journalists and shark experts, I found that, whether intentional or not, sensational language was being used by journalists when reporting shark attacks and was consequently influencing public perception of sharks as dangerous animals. This is problematic considering that many species of sharks are endangered and there are very few measures in place to protect sharks, despite the very, very low probability of being involved in a shark attack. In fact, you’re much more likely to be hit by lightening, die in a car crash on the way to the beach or be killed by a rhino than a shark, yet a large proportion of Australians are terrified of sharks.
I could go on forever about my thesis as I found it a very engaging and complex topic. However, to get to my point, I am noticing some parallels in the language used to describe shark attacks and that used to describe the processing of meat. I feel that given the public’s current ambiguity around farming practices, abattoirs and the live export trade, it’s in the agricultural industry’s best interests to be aware of the influence that their language may have on the public.
I understand that farmers use an industry-specific vocabulary in their dialogue, and that words have very different connotations in different contexts. However, the general public is so uneducated and misinformed about farming practices that a farmer or agvocate’s word choice may unintentionally encourage a more emotive reaction that may further damage the livestock industry in the public esteem. For example, the word ‘slaughter’ implies a violent, bloody carnage. Yet we (the rural, pro-beef livestock producers to whom I pledge my alliance) are trying to convince the public and animal welfare groups that industry practices are humane. Using words like ‘slaughter’ when discussing these practices unconsciously suggests a direct contradiction.
Therefore, I urge all rural journalists, farmers and agvocates to carefully consider their word choice when discussing livestock etc. and to avoid overly strong and emotive words when possible. While I only really thought about this issue in detail yesterday, following a journalist’s tweet, I feel that it is something that the industry needs to be aware of, if only to monitor their vocabulary when discussing farming practices with the media, public and animal welfare groups. As a city girl who moved to the outback, I know first hand how little most of the population knows about the reality of farming practices and how influential animal activist groups can be, for example in the #meatfreeweek campaign. Let’s not give them any more ammunition.
I don’t yet know what my next step, if any, will be in my attempt to bring my concerns to the awareness of agricultural spokespeople. But, if you have an opinion on this issue, I look forward to discussing it with you as it’s something that I feel is overlooked in the agricultural industry’s push to educate metropolitan Australians about farming practices, particularly in this time of ‘dairy wars’, ‘meatfreeweek’ and ‘hadagutful’.
The article that got me thinking (last paragraph, in particular): http://www.abc.net.au/rural/news/content/201303/s3720506.htm Words used in an innocent, functional way may incite an emotive response from people unfamiliar with the livestock industry. They’re the ones buying meat, let’s not scare them with news of 85,000 head being slaughtered, when they can be ‘processed’ instead.
I was still in my pajamas when the phone rang. The Sunderbans Courier Service were ringing to tell me I had a parcel that I needed to pick up. ‘The Sunderbans?’ I asked. ‘That’s, like, on the other side of the country. I’m sorry, what did you say?’ It was then that English failed the cheerful woman on the phone. Why oh why hadn’t I put more effort into my Bangla lessons?
As the bus careens onto the wrong side of the road, the driver simultaneously sounds the horn and turns his head to spit out of the window. We’re zigzagging along a main highway in Bangladesh dodging two lanes of rickshaws, huge, speeding trucks and busses full of holidaying families with rooftop speakers reverberating from too-loud Hindi music. Continue reading

On December 3rd, SARPV celebrated International Day of People with a Disability with games and music.
I wake up alone in my hard, mosquito net draped bed every morning. I can’t roll into my partner’s arms and listen to the beat of his sleeping heart. I can’t creep out of the room to silently make us a cup of tea in our familiar, homely kitchen. I can’t know what the day will bring or whether I will achieve anything at all. The only certain thought I have every morning is ‘holy shit – what the hell am I doing here?’ Continue reading
After months of dreaming, creating and collaboration with a very talented young illustrator, Onslo finally has his very own book about his Simpson Desert adventure!
For more information, check out the publisher’s website.
As you all know, Onslo is a little Blue Beetle who dreams of crossing the desert, just like the big four-wheel-drives that he talks to in Birdsville. Although they tell him that he’s much too small, Onslo embarks on his very own desert journey with the encouragement and company of his best friend Geoffrey the Galah.
During the journey, Onslo gets into trouble and almost doesn’t make it. But, thanks to the friendly desert animals, he and Geoffrey finally reach the Mt Dare Hotel, right on the other side of the desert!
Speaking of Onslo’s trouble… I’m yet to tell you about our real-life adventure with Onslo. But, it’s coming – I promise. Is the suspense killing you?!