Day 8
To the City
Thank God I was suspended in autumn not winter.
Trains are air conditioned they are warm (or cool). When I was a kid the trains were definitely
not conditioned in any way. You could open a window. The used to put hot water
steel bottles to warm your feet under the seats.y On the few trips we made from Bendigo I can remember sitting on one of these
bottles. Shiny and silver from all the bums and feet that rested on it.
We have this warm cosy close atmosphere on trains now. What
was I reading in The Age the other day about Measles
and air travel. If you are in a plane and someone has measles you have a high
chance of getting it. Must go for train
travel as well! Commuters do not share much; perhaps a common experience,
the air we breathe and contagious diseases.
Measles Measles (also known as Rubeola [not to be confused with the same term
in Spanish which refers to rubella], morbilli, or English measles), is an
infection of the respiratory system caused by a virus, specifically a
paramyxovirus of the genus Morbillivirus. Morbilliviruses, like other
paramyxoviruses, are enveloped, single-stranded, negative-sense RNA viruses.
Symptoms include fever, cough, runny nose, red eyes and a generalized,
maculopapular, erythematous rash.
Measles is spread
through respiration (contact with fluids from an infected person's nose and
mouth, either directly or through aerosol transmission), and is highly
contagious—90% of people without
immunity sharing living space with an infected person will catch it.[citation
needed] An asymptomatic incubation period occurs nine to twelve days from
initial exposure.[1] The period of infectivity has not been definitively
established, some saying it lasts from two to four days prior, until two to
five days following the onset of the rash (i.e. four to nine days infectivity
in total),[2] whereas others say it lasts from two to four days prior until the
complete disappearance of the rash.[3]
Influenza, commonly known as "the flu", is
an infectious disease of birds and mammals caused by RNA viruses of the family
Orthomyxoviridae, the influenza viruses. The most common symptoms are chills,
fever, sore throat, muscle pains, headache (often severe), coughing,
weakness/fatigue and general discomfort.[1] Although it is often confused with
other influenza-like illnesses, especially the common cold, influenza is a more
severe disease caused by a different type of virus.[2] Influenza may produce
nausea and vomiting, particularly in children,[1] but these symptoms are more
common in the unrelated gastroenteritis, which is sometimes inaccurately
referred to as "stomach flu" or "24-hour flu".[3]
Flu can occasionally
lead to pneumonia, either direct viral pneumonia or secondary bacterial pneumonia,
even for persons who are usually very healthy.[4][5][6] In particular it is a
warning sign if a child (or presumably an adult) seems to be getting better and
then relapses with a high fever as this relapse may be bacterial pneumonia.[7]
Another warning sign is if the person starts to have trouble breathing.[6]
Typically, influenza
is transmitted through the air by coughs or sneezes, creating aerosols
containing the virus. Influenza can also be transmitted by direct contact with
bird droppings or nasal secretions, or through contact with contaminated
surfaces. Airborne aerosols have been thought to cause most infections,
although which means of transmission is most important is not absolutely
clear.[8] Influenza viruses can be inactivated by sunlight, disinfectants and
detergents.[9][10] As the virus can be inactivated by soap, frequent hand
washing reduces the risk of infection.[11]
The Bendigo line is definitely middle class, white Anglo
Saxon/Celtic ,dress and mode are conservative and sensible.
Why is Water Gardens called Water Gardens? If gardens can
grow in concrete I suppose that would be right.
I wonder if there is a preference for sides on a train (if
you have a choice) left handers-right handers. I do not really care but I know
one thing I love facing the way I am going. It’s not natural to face with your
back to the forward projection.
Return
PSO’s clock on.
What do you do if you are a PSO? (Public Service Officer)
Look at Commuters;
Look at Commuters;
Look at Commuters;…………………………………………….
Arrest Commuters;
Arrest Commuters;
Arrest Commuters;…………………………………………………
Why do they do it?
To cut out jobs, good for the bottom line?
Just what we need less person to person contact.
Commuters dress in all manner of gear. But if you look they
dress the same within their category.
Professional, Manual Worker, Student, School Children, Shopper,
Tourist…
Looking toward the Cobaw and Macedon ranges after Sunbury
must be one of the great views.
Kyneton: ducks on the green, cockies in the oaks, scouts
hiding among the trees, crocket at the club.
Day 9
To the City
The nearest thing to a rush in Kyneton; early morning
trains,
The lady opposite eats a hot cross bun, drinks her
disposable coffee. Christ comes with coffee this morning. She would not know does anyone know the traditions
of Easter now? Or am I being academically vain?
The dark pre end of daylight saving dawn flashes by.
Ladies bags hold a mysterious array an enormity of objects
that is mind boggling; Make up, personals, purses, coffee, flasks, IT,
memories, stuff…
The red dawn heralds a warning of rain to come.
I cough and suffer through this bloody head cold. (Spreading
it see story above)
Make up on ladies must be so in tune with their bodies, they
are tending it all the time.
The pensioner is going down for an early morning
appointment, he does not look healthy.
Air conditioners on every house dooming us to heat and
turbulence.
The Age carries a story on Priest/Brothers behaving badly to children. They are still crucifying people 2000 years later...The poor children...
Someone said, I cannot remember who; News is only News because it is different or bad that is why it is in the papers. Ninety Nine percent of people carry on their lives in a constructive socially responsibel way, it never makes it to the papers. I hope he is right.
I look across the sea of terracotta and brick suburbia, gazing into my sadness.
The Age carries a story on Priest/Brothers behaving badly to children. They are still crucifying people 2000 years later...The poor children...
Someone said, I cannot remember who; News is only News because it is different or bad that is why it is in the papers. Ninety Nine percent of people carry on their lives in a constructive socially responsibel way, it never makes it to the papers. I hope he is right.
I look across the sea of terracotta and brick suburbia, gazing into my sadness.
Return
Timing is everything for a commuter, time out of
work, time to connect. It makes you its slave it dominates your thinking. Your
journey depends on it. Much better to have spare time then no time, that is why
they always hurry.
PSO’s amber along with the gate of those who have time to
kill, another shift to kill.
A hippy type is dressed either to perform in a rock band or
as a disincentive to anyone employing him.
A lady large and florid scoots passed on her motorised
scooter, with a husky riding side saddle. Animal cruelty knows no bounds.
Change platforms at city station; no worries old hand at
this now!
I board the second carriage furthest forward I have been ,
commuters do not like being in front carriages they think of head on crashes.
The carriage is sparsely populated.
Daughters- editing and editing I need a break. Reach for my
Kindle the battery is flat. I close my eyes enforced meditation on what has
gone by and what is to come.
Driving to work is going to be much more efficient; but only
in terms of time and comfort. Everything else is more expensive. Fuel,
environment, experience, and stimulation.
Alone in Zorro (name of my car) I will arrive in time at
place of work, but at what cost.
One train replaces three-four hundred cars or so and all that it
entails.
What if we had a rail/transit system that was really
comprehensive that covered the entire state and city. What a lovely place
Melbourne would be. Maybe not so brown, not so cut up with grey ways.
Last night the state government in crisis to be seen to be
doing something released a glossy report on Public Transport, what they envisaged they were going
to do. No costings, no real substance. But it looked good some more icing on
the cake for an electorate that may not eat it. Another glossy makeover to no
where.
Ah well commuters have one thing that makes them more then
interesting, they are human: Funny, sad, interesting, fakes, real, showy, shy,
ignorant, clever, silly, brave, stoic, rash, nervous, pretty, ugly…
I loved this moment with you all (commuters) perhaps we share some time
again? Hopefully on my part as a voluntary participant!
My Resurrection comes at 12 midnight next Monday.
I look down the carriage young lovers at its end involved
spatially and orally, they look up and take breath. I smile, reassured they carry
on with what humans do best-interact.
I step out of the train.
Notes:
Daughters-is a manuscript/book I am working on at the moment.
My suspension was for one month/ I work part time in the city.
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