Nungali

You must be aware of the Egyptian 'revised chronology' ? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Chronology_(Rohl)

One thing I have had to constantly point out about science and research (to both it proponents and critics ). In nearly all cases they reveal to us what has been discovered SO FAR . And new discoveries can often change a whole outlook . Even as recent as the 1970s ( discovered previously unknown 'lost civilisation' on par with Egypt, IVC and Mesopotamia) . Or old , ignored or disappeared , information being bought to light ( eg, re writing the whole history of pre colonial Australia ) .

He is like a dog that creeps forward to take the food he knows he is not allowed to . He knows he will get into trouble for it , but relentlessly , when he thinks no one is watching or , even more silly, that the watcher has somehow forgotten the " No ! " he himself gave , the dog still tries . The only thing for it is to hit Mr E. on the nose with a rolled up newspaper . Sean ! Could you please hit Everything on the nose with a rolled up newspaper ? Thanks . I will even supply the the roll of paper ...

Because ...... men . Pathetic creatures we are . Have you read my 'Raven's Tale ' its up somewhere here on Daobums. The part I am thinking of is when the raven gets the blame for the man ( "God - Bromius , or Apollo " ) killing his lover out of jealousy . ' He blames the arrow, the bow, even his own arm ... everything but his own jealous self . He blames the raven who mealy delivered the news, as instructed. His rage and fiery fury scorches the white raven black , and black he will forever stay .' Or the 'classic' line in the Chopper Reid movie - he looses his temper and beats up his girl friends mother , then feels 'remorse' and turns to the girl friend and says " Now look what you made me do ! " Big , violent , out of control bullyboys that never grew up and never learnt to take responsibility for themselves, actions and feelings . They are a problem for men as well . I been battling that energy all my life ..... it rarely, extremely rarely, comes from women . . . and like women, I have had to resort to intelligence, subtlety, craftiness, persuasion, 'energy' to 'preserve my domain' .

Indeed . And I have shown the reverse ; go up to a huge Yumbar and she comes up to me , 'sniffs ' (with tongue ) my hand , slithers up my arm and I 'nurse' her . Aboriginal friends are agog " How do you do that ! " 'Well, I dont eat snakes , me, and my shit do not give off the ordour of digested snake meat . " (There is more to it of course, eg. I won't have much to do with the black snake - 'atotemic' to me . )

Or reversed ; dog was one of the relationships retained by Man and Man lost the ability to relate to 'wild animals' . ( Thats why its important to have 'roof possums' and 'reincarnating magpies' ) I remember 'Tooly' getting upset and agro at some people saying to him " You are not even a real Aboriginal . " He went off, and rightly so. Made them sit down and wait on the spot, went off into the bush, came back later with turtle and snake and threw them at their feet " There ! There is your dinner ! " One of the others ; "Where did you get the turtle ?" " Out of the turtle hole in the river . " " But there are not any turtles left in the river . " " Of course there is, you just dont know how to catch them." " How did YOU catch them then ." " Sing turtle song, they come up to surface and then stick their neck up so you can grab them . ...... Idiots ! And you say I am not proper Aboriginal ! " And these critics where Aboriginals themselves , but they where bought up in 'mission' and never learnt the ways of the land properly - they had lost their relationships with the animals .

Go away .

A reminder

Daobums are not common men . A lot of my own posts are on anthropology, I specialise in cultural anthropology. Also ancient History, I specialise in Central Asia / BMAC . Other members here have similar skill sets and education. Recently Apech was asked to offer his skill in reading pyramid texts to sort something out for us . Ms T . like a few members here is more of a 'Renaissance Person ' ie. 'multidisciplined ' https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/multidiscipline (just so people dont think I am talking about that 'club that shall not be named ' ) Oh yes please ! but new thread . Thats the thing with doing non-graduate courses , you only attend the things you want, no pressure , no learning what you dont want . If something arises one can fill in the gaps later by expanding your own curriculum . It also allows one to get out more 'in the field' . But one of the things under the microscope here IS 'sociology ' ; " Sociology is a study of society, patterns of social relationships, social interaction and culture of everyday life. It is a social science that uses various methods of empirical investigation and critical analysis to develop a body of knowledge about social order, acceptance, and change or social evolution " - Wiki . ' social order, acceptance, and change or social evolution' might even be the crux of this thread ?

and in a group. It isnt a 'lone dog' like a lap dog or Norwegian Buhund (bred to live on barges )

We will see about that, I suppose .

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However, when men try to pull that off ..... it doesnt really work I was once teasing a woman anthropologist who was talking about how women in primitive societies had to do most of the work . I said " Well, men needed a lot of time to do make up, hair and practice their dancing . " She came back with ; " Dancing ? Yet, after all this time ....... "

A martial artist who made headlines by pulling seven cars with his penis has become a new world record holder by towing an entire helicopter with his manhood. - next week, by the same method, he will attempt to prevent the helicopter from taking off . I imagine it will get about 20 meters off the ground, then a real ' tug-o-war ' will begin .

Bloody hell ! Is no man safe ! Next they will start that singing thing again !

? She doesnt ? Then , how does she make all those ball gowns for poor girls ? Just wave the baton in the air and .... bing ! ? Cleavage ? What cleavage ? There is cleavage in the area ? I'm not falling for that one ! It's a woman's trick ; < looks at cleavage ..... doesnt see baton coming > . Mhe . Its a past life thing . - I have my own personal 'Fairy Godmother ' . She is very good at grating wishes . Met her when I was about 7 .

The above lead me to question; Do Australian Aboriginals have a war God ? Not that I know of . There are Gods like Bungil ( Mars and an eagle) and Mamaragan ( Lightening Man ) but any actions they seem to rule over are more like 'punishments', for law breaking . As I noted before, they never had war , not like the above icons indicate. They use the name 'war' to describe conflicts but there was no invasion, mass slaughter, slaves or prisoners, destroying food sources and the other's land . .... and no 'modern' agriculture or urbanism .

Priapism is a handy word to know . A friend of mine used it to great advantage . He was a nurse and took some days off and Matron was hunting him down for it. He told me he had been called to her office to explain his absence - on the carpet, as it where, and she was known to be a fearsome dragon of a Matron, upright, stalwart, unimpressed by everything, an ex- army and police officer that marched up and down the wards looking for young nurses to terrify . She had an older female nurse 'companion' and didnt seem to like men . I asked him how he was going to deal with her and he said it would be no problem, he just had to write out a sick certificate on the doctors pad that he had stolen . He came back grinning and said he got another day off. He said he walked in to her office awkwardly and with a sort of limp and handed her the certificate. "I wrote that I had suffered for 3 days and was still suffering from Priapism. She looked confused, went to the medical dictionary, looked it up, went bright red and waved me away with her hand 'Yes yes Mr Dean. Come back when everything is better." And he limped back out her office . ..... And went to the beach .

Seems like just a few years ago a mates son was a primary school pudgeball - didnt do much , the usual modern kids stuff, usually gaming on a screen or something when I saw him. Back then, I was doing a bit of weapons training with his dad - who is HUGE . Mum is tallish too, and a stunner. He didnt want to join in weapons with us though . At that time I was partying on with them a lot and having great fun . Then I remember him being a little older, him and dad had trial bikes together . The he seemed to have 'stretched' somewhat, and last time I saw him a few months back , in our local country town, I thought he was vary tall, dressed 'Interestingly' (which I assumed was a 'fashion' thing - the kids in town often 'experiment' ). Today I see he is all of a sudden 'internationally hot' and has landed on the cat walk in Milan strutting in the latest 'revelations' They all goo goo about him . I still have vivid memories of him as that little kid (and younger) funny for me to now see this ; Oh dear ! - ' I have just been kicked in the balls pants ' . Ah well, thats the fashion biz - good luck to him, hope they are paying him well . The Milan photos are all over my friends face book stuff, but I dont do face book - they younger ones tell me though " he is 'smokin' " . His mum will be LOVING this ! She be over there hitting on the all the free 'champie' and lapping up the glam no doubt .

Especially when you go on a shared Christmas holiday with relatives and your older girl cousin has bought along her Polish girl friend ..... and you have just arrived at puberty . and then all the other holiday delights seem insignificant as you have become fascinated with playing monopoly , in a dingy little holiday flat with the curtains drawn, with said girls and your cousin George . But your father keeps sneaking around and knocking on the window and saying " What's going on in there ? Come and go fishing ! " So you all sneak off and catch the bus to Nowra and the older girls want to go to the pub and you are outraged because you are all underage , but you want to appear cool , so you drink your , probably, 5th beer ever . And your 6th . But cousin George has had 11 and now sitting in the park he is off chops and all of a sudden he is trying to kiss Nellie and she is going all ; " Arrrgggh geroffme ! " . And his sister, your cousin Francis punches him in the head And strangely, all of a sudden I want to punch him in the head too , but ....

I dot think they would suit you . A walker might need something less encumbering around the leg zone ; or this I hope they are paying him 'silly pants bonus ' Who knows what the future holds for him ..... (Wait ! Is he wearing 'lower thigh pads' ! ? ) Urrrgh ! No comment ! Accordion pants ??? I wonder if they make sound as you walk along ? Yes, apparently now, knee (and elbow) pads are a ' thing ' ? So - what do the women here think of these sexy men's fashions ?

I was thinking about this yesterday https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-11-15/are-bigger-water-bombers-the-answer-to-bushfire-woes/11705502 We have about 260 military aircraft , one would think that instead of sitting around doing nothing or playing war games, some type of conversions to fire fighting would make sense .

Do you remember what happened last time someone changed Nungali's name ?

An eye movement that destroyed 3 empires - love it . Poor old men ..... they can defeat anything but 'sorcery' Of course, it has nothing to do with OUR chemical or hormonal make up ... thats fine . Its just these 'unfair' tactics. Classic example of unfair tactics ; A peaceful gathering I was attending got invaded by red necks , tearing around the field in their hotted up ute and screaming stupid insults at the 'hippies'. Not on ! Kids where about and skidding out of control cars do not go well with children playing. The car got bogged in some mud, so some of the 'hippies' surrounded it. This guy jumps out of the car with a tyre iron and faces them. A tense stand off. What is going to happen now. Then this older (than him ) woman I know strides forward and stares at him ( who was apparently some type of 'auntie' to him when he was younger ) ; 'Little Bobby Johnson ! What the hell do you think you are doing, just wait till your mother finds out ! " and grabs his ear and twists it and marches off pulling him along .