Dear Australia, please stop being Rupert Murdoch’s bitch

Dear Australia, please stop being Rupert Murdoch’s bitch

If you’ve bought into the hysteria over Australia’s “economy in crisis” and/or believe Tony Abbott when he talks about our “budget emergency”, you need to click through and read Mr Denmore’s latest post. Follow the links if you doubt any of his assertions, and ask yourself if you’ve been allowing an offshore tyrant to tell you what to think.

[NB: there’s a lot about the ALP I don’t like, but for all of its flaws, it’s the only federal party making any attempt to work with Actual Facts and Credible Policy right now. If you get your news from mainstream outlets, you probably don’t believe me, which begs the question: why are facts and policy struggling to find oxygen in Australia? I think it’s because: 1. Rupert Murdoch and friends have vested interests and too much power; and 2. it takes brainless hysteria and xenophobic conservatism to keep the average Australian interested. Or, to put it another way, you’d have to be ADD to vote for the LNP.]

Intimacy with strangers

Intimacy with strangers

Randy Murray on getting a haircut and a shave:

While being touched by random stranger may be unwelcome, there’s an entire class of intimate strangers who are trained, licensed, and given permission to touch.


I think that I’ll retire my clippers for a while and make a regular trip to the barber. I no longer see it as a chore. It’s a treat, something special to help me look good and feel good.

I feel similarly “licensed” when invited/allowed/paid to photograph people. Although it doesn’t involve physical contact, there’s a certain intimacy to it. A great deal of intimacy in many cases.

And I always aim for a review like Randy’s. “It’s a treat, something special to help me look good and feel good.”

x100.365 #92: Friday V


My desk is rarely this tidy, but I do try to leave it looking semi-respectable on Friday afternoons.

Meanwhile, energy drink is rarely absent from my desk – it’s part of how I’m coping with my achalasia. Not that many people seem to believe me.

Marijuana is supposed to help, too. Hopefully a surgical fix will be organised before I need to hit the streets for a dealer…

x100.365 #91: Gilmore Girls


It’s Michelle’s our latest “free-to-air-TV-is-almost-completely-overrated-so-let’s-watch-something-else” show. The dialog is completely contrived totally brilliant, so I don’t mind that Miss 1 seems to find it disturbing aspirational (when Mr 3 conveniently wakes her up to join us).

No spoilers, please – we’re not even halfway through season 2.