Tuesday, February 28, 2017
The Ca Pros Report
After nearly a year of stable PSA at around 25 - 28, in December it shot up to 48, so my March test was anticipated with a good deal of interest. Done a few days ago, this one was 50 - almost stable for another three month period. It's very strange. Just as well that it is always only a guide to what is going on rather than a precise measure.
The same week I suffered the three monthly Zoladex implant, with the aid of half a tube of Emla cream to deaden the pain. Then last Friday I did the annual scintogram. It was this scan that three years ago showed that the cancer had spread to my spine. For the last couple of years that spot has remained pretty constant.
This time, however, I have two new hotspots in my elbows. Of course the official view and any consideration of what might be done next won't be known until I have another consult with Medical Oncology. If they don't call me up in the next week or two I will give them a bit of a prompt. Apart from anything else, I need another prescription for the meds which have given such an improved quality of life over the last year or so.
Meanwhile, we've been getting on with our very busy lives around here. And just had a great weekend away at Paihia, leading worship and visiting friends and generally relaxing. Oh, yes, and visiting our old home which is being dramatically extended out towards the road frontage. Very interesting.
Monday, January 30, 2017
At last!
After nearly a year of writing, editing, and much to-ing and fro-ing of the text via the "Cloud", Val Mullan of Boondal, Qld and I successfully uploaded our family history book today. The stories of the four Mullan siblings who left N. Ireland to settle in Australia and NZ is told with all the detail that hours of Val's painstaking research could produce.
One of the four was my Great-Grandfather Crawford Mullan (top right) and another was her husband Des's Great-Grandfather Samuel Hood Mullan (bottom right). My old Dad would have loved to read it. He was at the family reunion in Brisbane where we gathered the first four stories that became the basis of the book. We hope many family in both countries will be interested in it.
The book is a free download at Smashwords.com - search for "Dave Mullan" or the name of the book, "Four Mullans from Blossom Hill".
We are thinking about a printed version if there is interest.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
More on "Methodist" Property
An outstanding renovation has been completed on the former Trinity
College buildings in Grafton. The “Ideal Org” of Auckland Scientology has
joined around forty similar institutions around the world—mostly in the USA, of
course.
The Methodist Church apparently wasn’t invited to be formally represented at the January
opening but a few of us found each other there on the day—over refreshments in
the quad.
It was a grand occasion with black-suited men and women from New
Zealand and overseas as well as local guests. Probably seven or eight hundred
were squeezed into the large quad between what was the Common Room block and
the original staff houses. They gave a huge vote of (culturally insensitive!)
thanks to the ritual welcome by Tangatawhenua of Tamakimakaurau.
The audience also gave every speaker a standing ovation when introduced—and
then again after their half-dozen testimonies to the effectiveness of
Scientology and Dianetics in the Auckland setting. The address of the guest
leader of the international organisation was peppered with obscure references
that brought wild applause from the insiders and total mystification to the
visitors.
Your correspondent got reprimanded for shooting some video of the
proceedings (although dozens of camera phones were doing the same thing) but
the professionals were well represented high on a cherry picker and around the
grounds. The internal network put excellent pictures of the two proceedings on
two big screens either side of the impressively detailed dais and decorations.
After half a dozen speeches red and white balloons went skywards and “all the doors”
were declared “open”. It was true—every door was open. Every space (with the exception of the laundry) has been
comprehensively renovated. Rimu panelling has been restored in Dining Room and
Library. Information Centres are everywhere, but so also are small rooms
for “auditing” (counselling), many of these in the original bedrooms.
One clearly identifable auditing room was where John Mabon’s bedroom floor was
double bricked to the fire escape window in 1957. The toilets which were electrified to the
inconvenience of some students about the same time are restored with new
plumbing and beautiful finishing work on the original panelled doors. The Janus
staircase down which many a water fountain flowed free in serious waterfights
has had its iron balusters completely stripped, sealed and re-painted. There
should be a plaque. Less wisely, the concrete walking surface has been painted
off-white.
The stone fireplaces in Dining Room, Common Room and Library have been
cleaned up and retained. Even the College motto Spiritus Ubi Est Ardet high on
the library wall has been left as it was, cast in the wall. Library shelves
remain and have been resurfaced—although at this stage it appears that the organisation has no particular use for them. The main circular stairway has been
meticulously restored and all the floors and steps overlaid with ply and carpeted
with smart nosings. All the steel window frames have been retained, stripped
and repainted—they won’t last for ever but they look pretty smart right now.
The newer classroom block adjacent to the Chapel now houses a fully
equipped cafeteria. The Chapel itself is gloriously redesigned and refurnished
for Sunday Services, Naming events and other congregational gatherings. Indeed,
every space in the original buildings has been utilised and formally identified
for a specific purpose. The standard of new furnishings
in all these internal areas is impressive. It is obvious that the $6m quoted just
for the renovation is not a wildly inaccurate estimate.
One may not have any sympathy for the theology behind Scientology—indeed,
it’s been widely discredited and criticised internationally —but one cannot but
be impressed by the deliberate investment to restore and retain a landmark
building. This is a big commitment.
Methodists may take some pride in the fact that their original 1929
building was permitted to express a much more ambitious format than some would
have wished in Depression time. Maintenance would always represent an ongoing
financial commitment which our church was never able to fulfil. The stress laid
on staff and College Council was always a massive burden - indeed, it was largely with
relief that the decision was finally made to join the Anglicans on the
Meadowbank site. For the next three decades the property was something of an
embarrassment to the Church as deterioration continued while it was tenanted.
But with the $10m sale to Scientology in 2002(?) and the renovation that has taken place, the
strenuous efforts of 1927-29 actually made possible a project which has now become a
huge contribution to the heritage of Auckland and New Zealand.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Methodist Supernumerary Fund

In the context of my recent suggestion that retired ministers in the Methodist Church might have some claim on the funds created from the sale of Prince Albert College, I am delighted to hear that the PAC (among other funds in the church) is advancing a loan for a new capital fund to bring pensions up to date. An initial payment is to be made to all concerned shortly.
As I said previously, I don't think it's at all inappropriate that the ministers' children's school of the 1830s should be indirectly involved. In view of PAC's long association with education of Maori children also, it is very significant that Te Taha Maori is also contributing to the new fund.
To the Airport Parking Manager

Letter to the Airport Parking Manager
I
write to congratulate you on the economical and efficient procedure for online
pre-booking of car parks at the airport. While for someone of my age (81¾) and
condition (two unicompartmental knee replacements, advanced prostate cancer and half a
dozen other age-related ailments) this is a complex and challenging process
from beginning to end, I have to say it is a brilliant concept and must surely
work well for almost everyone who can read or remember things.
However,
it seems that I do not quite have a complete set of the characteristics of the
intended market, as a few days ago I apparently drove into the wrong carpark. I
cannot account for this as I made a point of noticing that my booking was made
in a different carpark from last time. Carpark, L, was firmly fixed in my mind.
When the printed confirmation of my booking (last August) came through I had checked
the dates and times which stood out reasonably well. But the printout from my
computer was so infinitesimally small that I did not notice that the system
expected me to use carpark M.
On
the day of departure, the machine at L was unhesitant in accepting my card and
I parked and disconnected my battery and went off to a family Christmas in
Upper Hutt confident that all was well.
And on my return, after the usual heart-rate-lifting walk from the
terminal I was still confident. The car started without difficulty (I know that
is not your problem, but I wish to make it clear that there are some things I
can manage) and we rolled up to the machine at the exit gate. It did not wish
to accept my card. It said it did not “recognise” it. Well, it should have. It
was definitely the card I used to enter the previous week.
So
I let the machine see me put the card back in my wallet. After a moment or two I
got the same card out again and lo and behold everything went through without
difficulty. I asked for a receipt and studied it and almost missed the gate
opening with the shock. Instead of our contracted price of $67 the amount taken
from my account was $124.
Now,
yes, I know that your business has made it quite clear that responsibility for
this unexpected account is mine. I unhesitatingly and without qualification
accept that responsibility. I put the car in the wrong park.
However,
given that I am now apologising abjectly for being so foolish as to even attempt to
manage so complex a process; given that neither carpark was under great stress
of occupancy when I was either coming or going; given that the spirit of these
days of celebration is one of generosity and open-heartedness on all sides; given
that I have so generously congratulated you on the concept and provision of this
service ... I wonder if you might consider some adjustment by way of credit to
our VISA account. If you find in your heart a willingness to make such a
gesture I would not refuse to accept the money though I might have some
problems with my conscience.
Thank
you again for your excellent service —please do not let my personal problems
detract from your enjoyment of a Happy and Prosperous 2017.
Yours
sincerely
Dave
Mullan
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
MAID in Canada
A good friend of ours has shared some
notes on Canada’s new provisions for Physician Assisted Dying. In that country
it’s termed Medical Assistance in Dying, MAID. And, of course, it's now become legal.
However,
hopeful reformers there are afraid that the legislation is too limited.
For instance, when people sign the request for MAID, there have to be two
witnesses in attendance. But there are so many restrictions around who these
witnesses can be, that it is simpler if they are complete strangers.
So our friend has volunteered to be a witness and has in fact done it three times. The patients can’t have MAID for at least ten days after signing and of course can change their mind at any time, or they can wait for as long as they like. On a whimsical note, she told us, "One woman was very interested in my red boots and asked me where I got them. And I thought to myself, `Surely she isn’t going to go out to buy boots at this point.`"
So our friend has volunteered to be a witness and has in fact done it three times. The patients can’t have MAID for at least ten days after signing and of course can change their mind at any time, or they can wait for as long as they like. On a whimsical note, she told us, "One woman was very interested in my red boots and asked me where I got them. And I thought to myself, `Surely she isn’t going to go out to buy boots at this point.`"
Friday, December 2, 2016
Methodist Supernumerary Fund

This seemingly unjust situation has arisen partly because
the Government’s Kiwi Saver scheme was required to replace the Church Fund. So this was no longer topped up from ongoing subscriptions as might have been expected.
But there were also more significant changes. First, the
Government insisted that the Church’s Supernumerary Fund be put into the hands
of a specialist company. It failed to serve the Church well. Then the Government
allowed the Church to take back control of its own fund. Through these
messy arrangements, substantial capital was lost.
Now a special Committee has been charged by the Conference
to find a means of building up the capital again. A logical place for them to
look might be the “PAC Endowment” which is open to receive suggestions from anyone in
the Church.
Before people start to quibble over the use of PAC funds, the Church could reflect on how this huge fund was created. It came from the long term lease of the Prince Albert College property in
Auckland – including but much more than the lovely old terrace shops at the top of
Queen St.
Prince Albert College was originally built, on this land which was granted to the Wesleyan Mission in the 1830s for educational work . The school was to provide
education for the children of Wesleyan missionaries throughout the Pacific.
Instead of having to leave the Mission field to provide schooling for their
children in England the missionaries would be able to remain in their chosen work and
have their children well educated in the Pacific.
And who paid for this imaginative and costly enterprise? The Missionaries themselves. The Ministers
of the time contributed to raise the capital fund that began Prince Albert
College. It was to be for their children. They put in the original ten pound shares.
Given this background, it might be seen to be appropriate to transfer some money from the PAC Endowment to ensure that today’s retired clergy
and widowed partners receive a pension of which the Church can be proud.
Ministers sowed the seeds of that fund in 1836 out of their own pockets. Let
the present retirees enjoy a little of the vast harvest of property inflation 180
years later.
The Ca Pros Report

After about nine months of PSA flat-lined between 25 and 30, this week's two-monthly test is 40, a 25% increase. This is along the lines of the very steep increases of 2015 and a bit worrying.
However, I'm taking the long view and figuring that an increase from 25 to 40 in about ten months is really quite small!
But, I guess my oncology specialist will be wanting to see me before long...
"I Believe"

Here's a postscript to my last post on the relevance of Christmas carols:
In the last few months, Chorus members wanted to learn "I Believe". Some of them, I suspect, chose it because it was more like "ordinary singing" than Barbershop. However, our indefatigable Director prepared a great arrangement in barbershop style and I crafted scores for everyone.
The problem was, there's only one verse and just singing the whole thing twice through didn't seem to make an item, no matter how "lovely" people thought it sounded.
Personally, just about everything in this song represents a whole style of theology that I have long since relinquished, so when the possibility arose that one of us might write a second verse, I had a go. I wrote the following and nobody complained about it so we learned it:
I be-lieve that some-where in the heart of me a vis-ion burns;
I be-lieve that in the eyes of friends a-round I see hope yearns;
I be-lieve that some-where in a hurt-ing world some-one will go
To ease the pain.
I be-lieve, Oh, I be-lieve.
I be-lieve that in us all the fut-ure of the world is sure;
I be-lieve that we are those whose life and all its works en-dure;
Ev-ry time I hear a new born ba-by cry
Or touch a leaf or see the sky,
Then I know why I be-lieve.
But in the end of year Village concert by the Barbershop singers the other night, we were apparently running out of time so my verse somehow got omitted!
Oh, the trials of a Progressive in an alien world!
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Carol time again
Shirley Murray’s touching hymn based on Away in a Manger
has moved me to propose including it in our Barbershop Christmas Carol
presentation in a few days. The association of everyone’s memories of
that particular melody with some concern for a refugee baby on a sinking raft
in the Mediterranean is profound.
Oh, dear, what a fuss.
Our manager has apparently heard from “several” members who object. Some apparently need to practice the tune first. So
he has decided we will not sing it. One member who obviously know it well emailed me personally to say
that she will NOT sing any other words to that tune.
All a little frustrating when, for three years, I have
tried to suggest that we might sing something a little more relevant to the
season and, hopefully, a little more theologically sound than the repertoire of the
average shopping centre. But to no avail.
Now a slightly provocative step on my part has outraged our
musical fundamentalists. One defended her position by saying, “We’ve got to
allow for differences of opinion”. Pardon me, what about some allowance for my difference of opinion? Wouldn’t the
Chorus be just a little disadvantaged if I said —
**I will NOT sing anything that doesn’t meet my personal standards
of respectability.
**I will NOT help to set out the rehearsal room and bring
in the keyboard every week if we are going to sing about the passionate affairs
of young lovers.
**I will NOT print music sheets that enable the Chorus to promote
mythical, out-dated views of the birth of Jesus.
**I will NOT spend hours on the computer preparing a power
point with words for the Christmas audience to sing if I happen to think that
the words are mostly untruthful and generally misleading.
But I understand that Barbershop is a community. It recognises that differences
of opinion exist among its members as much as the differences in their singing style and range. But it knows that the best result is
achieved when our personal views about the music and words are subsumed into a
whole that gives pleasure to the singers as well as the listeners.
Not a bad message for Christmas, actually. A pity that our Chorus can’t quite demonstrate that message instead of just singing another verse of “Hark, the
herald angels sing”.
Now, hang on a bit: those are revised words: what Charles
Wesley actually wrote was “Hark, how all the welkin rings”. That’s what the musical
fundamentalists should be singing in 2016...
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