They call this the “Happy House”. I’m not sure how happy I’d be with 240V wired directly into my forehead, but I guess that could be a smile…
x100.365 #95: Licensed to fridge
While other forms of communication are under construction, opening the fridge, pointing, and saying, “mooore?” is always an option.
I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have enjoyed those pickles, though. Eww.
Cone of silence update #3 (a.k.a. the Jaimie Abbott affair)
My last interaction with Jaimie Abbott ended reasonably well.
Then, I received this in the opening lines of her June e-newsletter:
While Julia Gillard leads a chaotic, divided and dysfunctional government which has no plans for Australia’s future, we have a plan to deliver a strong, prosperous economy and a safe and secure Australia. To read more about our plans visit www.realsolutions.org.au.
“Chaotic” and “divided”? Maybe. The ALP’s leadership shenanigans could certainly be described in this way, although it’s remarkably united on actual, you know, policy. But “dysfunctional” and with “no plans for Australia’s future”? It’s a bit of a stretch to call a government that’s doing well on every KPI except public opinion* “dysfunctional”, and with Julia so clearly staking her political future on Gonski et al, I’d say the ALP’s plans for Australia are clearer than ever (whether you like them or not).
So, I tweeted this (click here to see a few follow-ups):
Got Jaimie Abbott’s latest email blast. Resisted urge to voluntarily lose hair.
Less than 24 hours later, I received this email from Jaimie (who isn’t on Twitter, incidentally):
Luke, considering your online comments about how you feel about my newsletter, I have now unsubscribed you – so you won’t have to worry about receiving future ones. I added you in good faith & I’m sorry you feel that way.
Take care.
Odd. Considering she had offered to subscribe me to her “event invitation list” despite knowing my thoughts on the LNP’s current [lack of] policy. And that I had accepted in order to be kept in the loop on her upcoming public debates and forums (given she seems allergic to any other form of public-access communication with anyone who doesn’t agree with her).
I sent this reply:
Jaimie,
So.. you’re on Twitter now? Do let me know your handle, I’d like to follow along. Or was it one of your nameless supporters** who alerted you to my tweets?
Either way, I make no apology for them. To accuse a government implementing Gonski, the NDIS and a bunch of other reforms of having “no plan for the future” is stupid, whether you agree with their plan or not. I KNOW you’re smarter than that. To say it when your big plan for Australia’s future is to cut funds to everything (except high-income parents), to “stop the [not-actually-illegal] boats” (despite having no international agreements in place for this) and to all-but-deny anthropogenic climate change is laughable.
I accepted YOUR invitation to your mailing list so I could be informed when your public debates occur. You knew my views and should have expected lies and vitriol in your mailings to be outed via the means available to me. Your response today is childish and petty, and I can only assume it belies overall disinterest in robust political debate in any public forum.
I’m disappointed, but not surprised. And you’d better believe I’ll be doing my job as an elector to insist on more facts and less fluff from you and your party in coming months (of course the same goes for the other major party, though right now their policy platform is pretty clear).
It seems the LNP’s strategy is to ride the tide of public opinion to office, without ever being held accountable for anything they say. Given they have no truth or intelligence or detail with which to defend their current “policy” platform, I guess they don’t have any other option.
Let’s defy Rupert and Tony, and turn public opinion around. Shall we?
* “being humane in general” is another disappointing KPI for Labor, but it’s not like the LNP have anything better on offer.
** I’ve received several scathing Twitter attacks from anonymous lovers of Jaimie. Oddly, no-one in agreement with me has felt the need to hide their identity..
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
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.
And:
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 #93: Children and animals
Given how much difficulty I had persuading my own son to allow me to take this photo, I don’t think “child headshot specialist” is likely to appear in my marketing materials anytime soon.
Then again, there was a slide nearby. And swings. And… a slide.
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 #90: Wednesdays
1 May = Wednesday = small group night = the first of a “this is my life” mini-series.
Also, the first night our electronic Bibles outnumbered our paper ones.
Thankfully, plenty of paper remained on-hand for spill removal.
x100.365 #89: Big bed
Speaking of sleep, I believe this was Miss 1’s first night out of the cot. Given this is Mr 3’s bed, we’d better start looking at bunks…
x100.365 #88: Dogwatch. Dogtired.
It takes her a while to wake up after a long night keeping watch over us. And/or barking at bats.