Saturday, April 30, 2005

Featuring a newly oriented piece of archetypal chicken

Dockers sink the Demons
Well, my optimism in the previuos post has been dashed. The Fremantle guns, namely Pavlich and McPharlin (yes, I know I misspelt it at half-time), not to mention the former gangbuster of Melbourne, the 'Wiz', Jeff Farmer, were all unstoppable. But, you can't put it past the Demons. We came to within a point in the last quarter, and it got out to eight a few seconds before the siren, when Bell kicked the Dockers' last to seal a 14-point victory.

Yes, I'm disappointed, but seeing the great Demons players playing their roles proficiently was reassuring. Jeff White is an incredible player. His ability in the ruck is astounding and the Dockers could do little but let him win the big contests and hope that he hit it in the wrong direction, which unfortunately he did a little too often. Melbourne's problem with manning up is becoming a little repetitive, which I hope can be rectified before next week's clash with Adelaide.

Best on ground for the Dees in my opinion was our stalwart and hero Russell Robertson. Absolute dead-set legend. The grabs, the falls, the punches, the big kicks, and the goals. Sheer courage and skill. What a legend. Ben Holland's occasional lapses were outweighed by his pinpoint kicking and a few goals. Aaron Davey is a little champ and integral to success. With six minutes to go in the third quarter, he popped a beauty into an empty Melbourne 50, which bounced over David Neitz's opponent, the Melbourne captain doing a 180 and slotting it through the middle.

The Melbourne crowd were fired up which is always good to see. In the dying minutes of the third quarter, the lifting of the cheers was heartwarming and made me proud to be a Melbourne supporter.

All in all, a great game by the boys. Unfortunately our skill and good work was not reflected on the scoreboard. Well, for the second time this year it's back to the old Melbourne followers' catchphrase - "There's always next week."

Fugly Awards 2005
It's reassuring to see that someone else is sick of seeing Eddie "Commercial Break" McGuire on television. At the annual television anti-awards, the 'Fuglies', McGuire was named ahead of Andrew "Whoa ho ho" O'Keefe (I know. I'm shocked too.) and Rove "Say hi to your mum for me" McManus as the Worst Male TV Personality.

Was amused, but not surprised, to see that Seven's Today Tonight was named Most Sensational Current Affairs Program. And I second the naming of Andrew Denton as the Most Under-Acknowledged TV Personality, and The Glasshouse as the Most Under-Acknowledged TV Show. Perhaps the programmers and station executives should look to who and what the public don't like, instead of what they do like. Trash the Logies and bring on the Fuglies! TV Week could sponsor it, Wil Anderson could host it and it'd be a blast. Who's with me?

What the Right have to say about us Lefties
Now, unless it's Andrew Bolt, I don't usually go around targeting Righties for analysis. I'm a little bit conservative I suppose in the regard that I don't seek out people to criticise. However, reading this from right-wing author, artist, musician and political satirist Wayne P. Biro got me a little huffed. The title was the thing that attracted me (taunting me like a cute dog guarding a bone and hiding a very deadly and sharp set of teeth):

Sloppy Leftist Intellectualism
Zealously Published Wishful Lefty Thinking
Leftist Attempts at Subliminal Manipulation-
Arguing on False Precepts

Now I hasten to say that a lot of the stuff that Mr Biro writes is actually very intellectual, and made me think a lot about my own perceptions about a lot of current issues. (He is also a very talented artist, and I have a lot of respect for people who are artistic and interested in current affairs all at the same time. It shows that they have a lot of time and intelligence and co-ordination skills, most of which I lack in abundance.) However, this piece is a little weird, and doesn't really fit into the rest of Biro's repertoire.

I hate to say it, but this, again, is an epitomist (there's that word again) example of the Right using vast generalisations of what they believe to be a staunchly and uniformly libertarian group. That's alright in theory, but the very nature of libertarianism is to challenge almost anything, and in that process each left-thinking person stands out as someone with different beliefs and opinions. The beauty of being a lefty is that you are able to think differently and quite radically on some issues, but it won't be held against you if you are quite conservative on other matters of debatable contention.

A number of points Biro makes bugged me a little (most of them generalisations of left-wing thinkers, whom he graciously named 'Mr Lefty'...How dare he use such an honourable name in such a negative way!). The first of these points of bugment is:

...the other side of [this] lefty statement is that we should not be patriotic,not have catchy slogans, not have pride in the military, and not strive for unity

I, as a proud lefty, fly in the face of almost all these statements. I am but one of the many lefties I'm sure would disagree with this. I'm about as patriotic as they come, and a lot of that patriotism comes from the pride I proudly confess for Australia's military. I have had forbears and friends involved in war and from this attachment I have gleaned a knowledge of the sacrifice and horror that troops must endure. I respect anyone who has the courage to stand up for their country, to risk their lives for their mates. I also respect any government or group that strives for unity... but I also believe that diversity is a brilliant part of what makes our world special. There are so many different cultures, races, ideas, customs, beliefs, opinions, all wanting to be recognised. But - the brilliance about the country I live in is that these people understand that they are Australians, but Australians free to practise their customs, advocate their culture, in non-violent means.

Disdain for the importance of human rights.

It is unclear whether this statement is being rebuked or used as evidence of leftie thinking, however, Biro goes on to announce 'the Left's persecution of religion, personal economic success, and heterosexual tendencies'. Persecution of religion? It is the governments we criticise that persecute religion. We staunchly argue the fact that no war can be justified by religious means. That doesn't stop people of different faiths having conflicts. It just means that no war can be blamed on a higher power. Sectarianism is a dangerous thing, but of all the Lefties that I look up to, I would say that none of them would actively advocate any conflict based on religion (I'd even go so far as to say they wouldn't support any conflict under any circumstance.) 'Personal economic success' is okay. It's the by-products of such a position that worry me. Greed, abuse of power, violence - the effective death of one's humanity through selfishness. Someone who hoards money and guards it well is a potentially dangerous person, always on the edge. Someone who supports his employees, looks after their needs, puts money back into businesses and donates significantly to charity - there's someone who's attained 'personal economic success' and is putting it to healthy use. And persecution of 'heterosexual tendencies'? Is that to say that all lefties are gay or simply asexual? I just think, considering Mr Biro's other work (which although I disagree with on a lot of points, is very well-written), that this is a pretty cheap shot.

Biro then goes on to talk about prisoners of war, which I've voiced my opinion on in posts past.

Biro writes that those who are 'liberal blindly deny Iraq was a part of the terrorist problem.' I disagree. Many lefties support operations in Iraq as a whole. A lot of the time it was the way those operations were undertaken that disturbed us. But a lot of that had to do with the media, a group I laugh at and loathe in equal measure. Not to say that the media is a scapegoat, but a lot of it is sensationalised and open to corruption by higher powers.

The next point:

Often the regimes would incite "spontaneous" acts against the target scapegoats, usually communists, socialists, liberals, Jews, ethnic and racial minorities, traditional national enemies, members of other religions, secularists, homosexuals, and "terrorists."

I don't think I need to argue against this point. Someone else has done that pretty convincingly for the past six to eight months.

Biro writes that a controlled mass media 'doesn't exist in the US'. I bite my tongue - in part. I think the usual definition of mass media is in some way intrinsically linked to how the public reacts to it. Food for thought...

And this:

the ability of large corporations to operate in relative freedom was not compromised.

So now all lefties are capitalists? I myself believe that communism was a good theory misinterpreted. It caused so many innocent deaths because of people that didn't care for what Marx implied. Tweaked, communism could work, but alas it goes against all that human nature is wont to lean towards. And the lynchpin for communism is that society inevitably evolves - the idea is so backwards that it wouldn't be around for long: human nature wouldn't be able to handle it. That said, it would have been a hell of a lot better to implement such a regime in the 19th century - If done in the right way it may still have been around today. Now of course I don't advocate communism - it is a system devised for a highly patriarchal society after all, which would suck big time. But I think there are some important lessons we can learn from such ideas.

Then Biro quotes this from a critic of leftism:

Disdain and suppression of intellectuals and the arts

NOOOOOOOOOO! NEVER! As a leftie I would never suppress intellectualism or the arts! This makes me cringe! Later it is quoted, 'art and literature should serve the national interest or they had no right to exist.' Again I cringe. The point Biro is largely trying to prove is that all lefties fight nationalism, unity and equality, all of which I have said I support in mediate amounts.

Admittedly, this is Biro responding to the aforementioned critic of left-wing thinking. And I do acknowledge that there are some lefties who would fit every category described above. But I just think that calling all lefties these things is a little cheap.

I also must note that Biro is American, and most of the things he says I think he might be directing mainly towards Americans. But as a self-confessed leftie I don't really feel any better. :(

In the spirit of decency, democracy and healthy, constructive left-right debate I am going to email Wayne Biro, and invite him to read and respond to this criticism. I will also ask him who the critic was that he was responding to. I'm also interested in hearing what visitors to the Hovel have to say about all this. Comment at your leisure!

Until next time...

Your name is synchronous with many chewy sock-like creatures

The Melbourne Demons sit in the dressing rooms of the MCG, listening to their inspiring coach, the 'Rev', Mr Neale Daniher. After getting off to a running start, the Demons crumbled under a punishing Fremantle attack. At the half-time break, the Demons are down 18 points.

In the Demons' favour, they've had some brilliant performances. Moloney, Motlop and Davey seem to be absolutely everywhere. Up with the forwards or roaming the back line with Rivers, they appear to have no set position, and they do whatever job they're appointed with finesse and skill. Halfway through the second quarter, Ben Holland's antics were commendable, if only for getting us a few free kicks. His first two attempts at goal were pitiful, but thankfully it was third time lucky.

In the dying seconds of the second quarter, Brock McLean made a thrilling attempt at goal, which would have succeeded were it not for a doubtful touch by a daring Docker.

For the Dockers, Nathan McFarlin has shone above all others, and for this he must be acknowledged. Even Jeff Farmer, the former 'darling of the MCC members' and ex-No. 33 for the Demons, had a great run. His speed and footwork, skills which shone during his time at Melbourne, helped Fremantle run away with it toward the end of the first quarter. Admittedly his inability to consolidate some of the high grabs would have been a little disconcerting, but Demons fans weren't complaining, as had he brought those high balls down, the lead at the end of the first half would surely have been larger.

So as I return to the central viewing position (my bed), cuppa in hand and prepare to turn up the Dobly Surround for the second half (openly hoping for a spectacular Demons comeback), the Fremantle Dockers lead Melbourne 73 points to 55.

Until next time...

Friday, April 29, 2005

Owls, ice and bubble wrap...of course!

This is from the official Star Wars email newsletter I get every week (chuck us an email if you'd like a forward with details on how to sign up):

Lucas to Guest-Star on "The O.C."
April 25, 2005

George Lucas will guest-star as himself on "The O.C." on Thursday, May 12 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX.

During the episode, Summer makes Zach and Seth decide which one of them is going to take her to Harbor High's "The O.Sea" prom. But, after George Lucas expresses interest in Seth's graphic novel, Seth is forced to make the most difficult decision of his life -- take Summer to the prom or have dinner with George Lucas.

George. Mate. No. Of all the things George Lucas could have done. Of all the public relations work he could have done. The countless cameos on decent programs. It had to be the most ridiculous and brainwash-inducing show on contemporary television. One thing in his favour: at least he plays himself. Him playing anyone else would be awkward. For all concerned.

Shameless plug for Star Walking Inc.
Every few months, in Melbourne or Sydney on an alternating rotation, up to a hundred Star Wars aficionados gather at a predetermined location to view the latest trailers, fan films, random docos and mockos, perouse countless figures, models, posters and other random memorabilia, try their hand at trivia, starship building contests, bounty hunter recruitment - it's all there.

If you're interested, all the details can be found at www.starwalking.net, including membership info and upcoming events. Of course the biggest upcoming event for all Star Wars fans is the May 19 release of Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. How exciting. I mentioned yesterday that Star Walking wants me to submit a review of Episode III as soon as possible - more excitement.

New job
I've somehow secured employment with a local real estate office of a weekend, doing random office tasks and letterbox dropping. How financement. Should be nice to have some cash in the account, if I still have one.

Exams
These pricks of things continued today, with a double whammy of Religion and Physics. Religion went really well, although a question concerning the relationship between political and religious allegiances threw me a bit. I ended up composing a magnum opus of an argument, two pages' worth, and invented a new word: religio-political. I used that in a context much like the following:

The second most prominent religio-political debate of the twentieth century concerned Aboriginal land rights.

Nice, eh? I thought so.

Then Physics. Ugh. But hey, even some of the top Physics students acknowledged that this exam was pretty tough, so perhaps I'm not all in my own boat, adrift.

Max Barry on the world...
As I've mentioned before I play a web game called NationStates. This game is based on a novel written by Max Barry called Jennifer Government, and the game is run by Barry himself. In addition to the web game, Barry also runs a blog. Late last year I was delighted to discover that the creator of a web phenomenon I'd devoted so much time to was an Aussie (just like me!), and resolved to tune in to his site regularly and see what he thought of the world. Anyhoo, to shut a cong lory stort, I signed up to the auto-email-update-thingy, and the other day got his latest post in my inbox. It tackles a number of things in the world, and what Max predicts will happen if trends like these continue. All very interesting stuff, and I suggest you checks it out.

BIG CONGRATS TO THE NEWLY WONDERFULLY MARRIED MR LEFTY!!!
Rah for you, chap! All the best and I hope you get to go back to FNQ to actually go for a swim. How slightly anti-climactic I bet it was to find that out! :S Anyhoo, hope married life treatses you well and that you'll be back to blogging in your regular suaveness soon.

Until next time...

Thursday, April 28, 2005

The mother's governor is especially polluting

Good news - apparently the article I wrote for The Force (posted here at the Hovel yesterday) was 'very well written' and will be published next week! The editor also said she was interested in seeing my review for Episode III. I'll be at Fox Studios at 12am on the 19th of May - who better to do the very first Aussie review?

In other news Solitaire is pissing me off. I haven't been able to finish a game today and it's starting to bug me. Grrr.

Back to study...

Until next time...

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Status empty because of mass every-opulence

UPDATE 11:11pm:

More than an obsession: Reflections on a twelve-year fanaticism
I can remember the first time I ever saw C3PO. It was at Pizza Hut in Mitcham. Mystified by the mobiles and posters smattered around the restaurant I sat down and looked at my drink. A plastic cup with a golden face. My temptation to worship this magnificent idol on the side of my Pepsi was swiftly quashed by hunger and a desire not to look ridiculous. From then on my love for the Star Wars universe has never faded.

I was then six years old. I am now almost eighteen. I remember wandering around Target looking at all the action figures. I recall fondly standing in the front of the crowd at the launch of the 1997 Special Edition videos at Myer Melbourne. Family troubles made upheaval part of normal life, and I felt I needed somewhere to escape – where better than a whole different universe?

Over time my perception of Star Wars has changed dramatically. Where once I saw a shiny world full of fun and colour, heroes and villains, I now see a very carefully constructed piece of literature which has stood the test of time and remains one of the greatest stories ever told. Though I am a relative latecomer to the fan base, I still think that the original trilogy far surpasses anything released since. I see now the mythical properties in the characters and the various story threads being pulled together for a final climactic battle. I am amazed at how we seem to know what’s happened for the past two thousand years in the Star Wars galaxy in the first half an hour of the film. I appreciate George Lucas’s skill in being able to deliver such a brilliant story.

As I stand on the threshold of adulthood, I look back on where I’ve come from, and wonder where my youth went. But at the same time I see what I’ve fallen back on over the years. When I was angry, sad, lonely or just couldn’t find anything to do on the weekend, I’d whack in one of the videos and immerse myself in the depth and beauty of this fantasy world. As we near the end of an era with the release of Episode III, it makes me wonder how many people feel like a little nostalgia. Look back on your love of Star Wars, be it an affair of forty years, ten years or a few months. What role has it played in your life? For me, it’s been an escape, a release. A place to go when I don’t want to be anywhere else. If not for Star Wars, I would’ve been screwed. Thank God for Ewoks.

That's just me trying my hand at a little retrospective journalism - that article will be submitted to the Australian Star Wars Appreciation Society's Journal, 'The Force'. Fingers crossed it might just get in!

Advertising has Lost some flair
Terrible headline, I apologise.

I was a little bewildered to see how Channel Seven is promoting this week's episode of one of my fave TV shows, Lost. The line I'm referring to plays roughly as follows:

Voiceover: Two of them are missing with the mysterious Ethan, including... AN AUSTRALIAN.

SHOCK HORROR... is that meant to get more people watching? What's wrong with the Scottish bloke that's with the Aussie chick (Dominic Monaghan, of hobbit fame)? He's just as different a nationality from the rest of the cast as she is! Maybe thinkers, advertisers and media around the world should appeal to the repressed Aussie in everyone...

Vatican Correspondent: It is unanimous that the new Pope, Benedict XVI was a great choice for the Church and for the world, but some critics are wondering if an Australian would have been better for the role.

John Howard: The ANZACs died to save freedom. Maybe everyone who's not Australian should die for Australia. Then we can have a service like this for you! With the Bee Gees and everything!

Being a subscriber of Reader's Digest for a year: $77
Being a member of the local gym for six months: $142
Being Australian: Priceless
Some things are pointless. For everything else, there's Australians. Accepted everywhere.

The Glass House
Tonight's episode has got to be the funniest for a very long time. Shane Bourne is a funny bastard and Georgie Parker was the butt of many jokes (and a very nice butt it is too). But Dave Hughes' comments at the start of the show were priceless. He was talking about Peter Costello's plans to restrict funding to IVF programs:

Peter Costello says he's not going to support procedures that have little chance of success. Then take Aussie bloody troops out of Iraq!

Love your work, Dave.

Until next time...


War on terror does not exist
According to Brigadier Justin Kelly of the Army, the war on terrorism does not exist. Kelly describes war as:
...conflict, using violent and non-violent means, between multiple actors and influences, competing for control over the perceptions, behaviour and allegiances of human population groups.

In this case, I think Kelly just proved himself wrong. The war on terror is exactly that. There are indeed 'multiple actors and influences' - the entire US administration and at least a deck of cards' worth of terrorists. And I think the US is well and truly attempting to alter perceptions. But not just enemy perceptions. Ever since 9/11 the accuracy and objectiveness of the world media has gone downhill, largely thanks to politicians who realised they can influence what is presented to the world. Dubya is the epitomist example. (Is epitomist a word? If not, it is now, and it means 'foremost' or something related to the epitome of something. I said so.) To a lesser extent, take Melbourne's Herald Sun newspaper. Every columnist is geared for ultra-conservatism. Bolty is another epitomist example. The media is screwed because of 9/11. The world is screwed because of 9/11. Stop analysing everything and start trying to fix it.

Until next time...

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Tromping around the monkey-van in nothing but his integrity

"Women deserve to be raped" says Muslim Sheikh
No doubt I'm probably a bit late on this story, given that the Age article I found was dated April 14, but I heard this discussion on 2GB this afternoon and was downright disgusted. I think the idea was that this bloke was at it again in some other part of Sydney, contaminating more minds and turning women away from the 'lustful, hungry wolves' that all Western males apparently are.

The day after ANZAC Day - the commemmoration of one of the greatest days in the formation of our country - and some bloody fundamentalist gets up and shits all over the West. I'm bloody sick of it. Australia is a multicultural nation, and proud of it. This means we accept other cultures, but doesn't mean that we have to follow their customs. Most members of other religions and cultures are quite content to go about their lives, living their rituals and what is important to them, without any fear of subjection.

But then some bloke like Sheikh Feiz Muhammad gets up and says, 'Every minute in the world a woman is raped, and she has no one to blame but herself, for she has displayed her beauty to the whole world. Strapless, backless, sleeveless - they are nothing but satanical. Mini-skirts, tight jeans - all this to tease men and to appeal to (their) carnal nature.'

Wake up, dickhead. You just ripped on yourself. You probably haven't looked in your pants recently, but you're a male too. You made a massive generalisation and swept yourself up in it. Not all men are 'carnal'. There are some of us who long for a soulful, meaningful relationship. I acknowledge there are some who just want sex, but most of them at least have the decency to respect the woman in the relationship. And there are some who just aren't into it at all, and are quite happy the way they are.

Sheik Feiz and Andrew Bolt are in the same boat. They use sweeping generalisations and unfounded arguments to attack those that they hate: in Bolt's case, the left, for Feiz, the West. I'm a proud Australian heterosexual male, and yes, I don't mind seeing a nice-looking girl in tight jeans, but that doesn't in any way mean she deserves to be raped. NO WOMAN deserves to be mistreated in any way, shape or form. And most of them don't need protection from men - least of all fundamentalist Muslims whose only interests are keeping them covered up and locked away.

I respect everything that Islam stands for, but in today's changing world Fundamentalism is fast becoming the enemy of all things right and just.


Well, the first two of my half-yearly exams are now over: English and Ancient History. Four to go: Religion and Physics on Friday, Maths and English Extension I next week. English went pretty well, though I'm sure I didn't write enough for the second of my essays, which was on Wuthering Heights. Nevertheless, I stuck it out and pulled off two pretty decent responses. All I can do is my best.

Ancient History was good... apart from the fact that I forgot one of the founding families of Sparta mid-exam. I got Eurypontidae, but couldn't for the life of me remember the second family, and it said to attempt every question, so I put down "Avanicedae" in the hope that I'll get at least a tenth of a mark for originality and charming humour.

Thankfully I now have two days to recuperate and prepare for the next two big ones. I have to get my head around Einstein's Theory of Relativity, which will be a right royal pain in the ass. Religion shouldn't be too tough: Aboriginal Spirituality and Religion in Australia from 1900 to the present day. All good.

Tonight will be spent doing as little as possible. I have my night's TV itinerary all figured out: Insight at 7:30 on SBS, CSI at 8:30 on Nine, and Rove Live at 9:30 on Ten, if I could be stuffed. Odds are I'll just stay up all night playing Solitaire: the new greatest thing on my PC. Simple yet so very, very addictive.

Until next time...

Monday, April 25, 2005

Ted is a man of great worth and mirth

Again, many apologies for the lack of decent posts lately. I have exams for the next week and a half, so any spare time I get will most likely be spent studying. Hopefully by the time May 5 rolls around everything will be back in gear and I'll be able to post often again.

Meantime I hope everyone has a good ANZAC Day. I'll be thinking of my great grandfather, Pte. Charles William Binns, who fought on the Western Front from 1915-1917. Lest we forget.

Until next time...

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Relive the horror of three months ago all from the safety of his tertiary paddle

Home again, home at last...
Greetings all... I am back from my two-week holiday down in the fair town of Melbourne, and am pretty glad to be back. My own bed, my own room, my surround sound system - 'tis all good. Today I'll probably spend the day studying, and then a few friends are coming up for dinner. Tomorrow I'll probably spend the day studying, and the same for Monday. Tuesday is the day that hell comes to South Windsor. Mind you, it's not really that bad - English and Ancient History, my two best subjects, are my first exams, then I have two days off before my next couple. Pretty sweet. Forgive me if I don't blog all that much in the next two weeks - when I do I'll probably be whinging so it might be best not to bother. Meh.

The Phantom of the Opera DVD
Lastnight I was able to sit down and watch the entire movie in its entirety (as something entirely is). Now, there are still a few issues with the dubbing, mainly during the prominent themes, which kind of pissed me off. I thought they'd fix that up somewhere between screen and DVD. Never mind. Overall, picture quality is brilliant, as one would expect. Sound is also crisp and clear, though as aforementioned sometimes not entirely in sync. The use of surround is good - especially big sub waves during the important scenes (Christine in the Phantom's lair and big booms with the base in the masque scenes). It's really good to see a lot of big theatrical films with flowing scores making use of surround to enhance orchestral music. Star Wars has done it well, and Phantom made brilliant use of all speakers and the sub to its full advantage.

When I saw the movie, I was a little disappointed with Gerard Butler as the Phantom. I'm sure he's a brilliant actor in his own right, but there was something about his voice that wasn't quite right. After watching the docos on the DVD, I've since discovered he's Scottish, in which case I admire him for his diction during the film. I still think that someone better could have been found, but hey, he did okay. Emmy Rossum is just plain hot, and does very well to maintain the intensity, sensitivity, temptation, sensuality, sexuality of Christine's character.

The film medium is so very different from stage. You're able to get right into the action, see characters' faces, be under the chandelier when it comes crashing down. Joel Schumacher did a brilliant job in adapting such a wonderful musical and story to the screen. Overall I'd probably give the movie (including all DVD aspects) 8.5 out of 10.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
The blogosphere's been going nuts over this movie, and from what I'd seen it looked pretty random, so a mate suggested we go and see it last Friday. This has got to be one of the funniest and artful movies of the past ten years. The fact that it was released only in certain cinemas in Melbourne points to it being an 'arthouse' film, however the A-list cast would suggest a complete Hollywood release. Bill Murray, Cate Blanchett, Angelica Huston, Owen Wilson. Great stuff.

Basically the film is a tribute to the world of marine documentary maker Jacques Cousteau. The editing of the film is so close to Cousteau's work it is almost perfect. Editing is a big thing in this movie, and it adds to its quality and hilarity. Just that second or two after someone says something stupid, just so you can see the reaction of one or two other characters, is priceless.

The story construction is very funny, and embellished with odd characters and strange fictitious animals, as well as some not-so-fictitious-but-still-ridiculous ones (the killer whale in the background while Cate Blanchett's character is interviewing Steve Zissou, and the dolphins with cameras on their heads that constantly circle his ship).

Overall, a very well made film, great acting, a nice story and much randomness. The music is also very random - acoustic David Bowie songs translated into Portuguese - funny stuff. Overall I give it 8 out of 10.

There may be more stuff later if I could be stuffed.

Until next time...

Thursday, April 21, 2005

How do trees migrate?

Well, I'm back, and am fairly stuffed, which is not really the idea of holidays in general. Doing nothing is really tiring. We got back from Inverloch yesterday and I'll be here in Melbourne until tomorrow at 11:15 when I take a big metal bird and fly it home.

You can see a whole load of photos from Invy (three, actually) in the Photo Hut.

Oh, they got a new Pope. WOO. German. Nice. Priestly. Handy. Hitler Youth. WTF? Against his will. Oh. That's okay. I s'pose.

Went into JB Hi-Fi today and scored Phantom on DVD, which I was a little weirded by. Since when do they release films on DVD so soon after their cinema runs? Meh, the world gets weirder. Also grabbed some brochures from Monash Berwick while I was there with my stepmum and dad. Bachelor of Communications... hmm.. Sounds good... And they have a bar...

So, back home tomorrow for a weekend of loneliness and study... I have English and Ancient History back-to-back exams on Tuesday, but most of this weekend will be spent psyching up for them ('psyching up for them' is the technical term for 'doing nothing in preparation for them'). I've been studying the past two weeks, I can do with three days at home alone settling back in and getting ready for the next two weeks full of bloody exams. Fun fun.

On reflection, this trip to Melbourne has been pretty good. Went too bloody quick though. Last week was mainly study and blogging, this week has been trying to make up for lack of appropriate use of holidays (appropriate use meaning actual holidaying). Inverloch was mad as always... watched craploads of DVDs, played minigolf and read books on the beach. Love it.

Will probably post tomorrow night, but no guarantees - definitely Saturday morning. Probably with nice newsy stuff and the like.

Until next time...

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Red grubs

Hi guys

No time for posting much but I am still alive, contrary to many newspaper reports and the helicopters constantly bombarding me with rolled-up political paraphernalia.

Spending a few days catching up with family, cycling and heading down to the coast for a few days on Monday. I will have pictures too.

The Aldi thesis has been put off indefinitely. Whether I can find the motivation to come back to it later some time is up for speculation. The raid was fun, and more may follow, but for the time being I am content to let this German supermarket feed on hapless customers.

Until next time...

Thursday, April 14, 2005

PIES POP IN, DART'S 1000

Operation: Aldi Raid a resounding success

As of 3:00pm today, Aldi's of Beaconsfield was subject to a severe raid by one Dan Binns and one comrade Dicko of dicko.vic.gov.au fame. Overall, I have to say that the event was most fun, in spite of my comrade knocking down several boxes of male contraceptive devices then moving off quickly. Hilarious. But would you purchase contraceptives from Aldi? I think not.

A new category was added to the Aldi Raid repertoire, and this was "Liquids you can stick in a pot and boil".

The final receipt was:

Soft Drink: Lemonade 1.25L ... $0.65
Floor Cleaner 750mL ... $1.99
Mouthwash 500mL ... $1.99
Rinse Aid 250mL ... $1.69
Fabric Softener 250mL ... $0.69
Liquid Scourer 375mL ... $1.49
Shampoo 500mL ... $1.99
TOTAL: $10.49

Obviously we raised our maximum spending total to $10, but came off with a 49c surplus. Alas, the things we do in the name of blogging. I'll be off to analyse these things and work out my lists.

My comrade Dicko did end up cooking all the stuff, and the results of that interesting kitchen phenomena can be seen below.

I will also publish my overall thesis on Aldi next post, which may or may not be in a few days' time. Adieu.

Until next time...

Free my lower portion from underrepresentation

Oh, I am like majorly going to hell for this...
Up until this very point in time I considered myself a good Christian. But what I am about to post may change that. But surely I can just have a bit of fun.. no?

In light of the debate and unrest concerning the election of the new Pope, I have come up with...

10 Innovative Ways To Elect A New Pope

1. Musical Chairs: Zimmer frames and spectacles flying everywhere in the hustle for the final seat... too funny...
2. Pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey-that-carried-Jesus-into-Jerusalem: 115 old Cardinals wandering blinding around the Sistine Chapel... mwhoahahahahahaaa..
3. Vatican Idol: hosted by that dickhead Andrew G, the Cardinals must sing karaoke hymns.
4. Survivor: Vatican: The Cardinals must survive for three months in a thrid world country, and convert as many heathens as they possibly can to win immunity from elimination.
5. Basilica Blitz: hosted by Jamie Durie, the Cardinals must each renovate a crumbling church in Africa.
6. Chess: commentary by Rex Hunt.
7. Shuffleboard Championship: with special comments by Andrew O'Keefe ('whoa ho ho! Deal with the devil? NO DEAL!').
8. Scissors-Paper-Rock-Off: or Cross-Bible-RockOverJesus'sTomb-Off... hmm...
9. Russian Roulette: Did I just cross the line? I think I just crossed the line. Yup, I crossed the line.
10. Who Wants To Be Pontiff?: hosted by Eddie McGuire... quizzes on the history of the Catholic church. Lifelines: Telephone to Glory (Oh What Joy Divine), Ask the Heathens or Hillsong Charity Profits (50/50 becomes 1/99).

Until next time...

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

The truth is that although I can see you, my mouse thinks its only an emu

UPDATE at 5:35PM:
Ah, the irony...


Aldi Scoop Update
I have been doing craploads of relevant and not-so-relevant research for this major undertaking, but I am also aching to do an Aldi Raid myself - both to test out how fun the whole experience is, and to see how virtuous or evil this corporation is (but mainly the former). Tomorrow morning a mate is coming over, so I'm going to wait until then so he can join in on the fun. I'll also take some photos to embellish my thesis with. (Thesis? Okay, then.)

Meantime, though, more stuff to blog all over.

Bolt brazenly bashes broad-minded beings
Nice headline, no? Alliteration kicks ass. Anyhoo.

Under the headline 'Pope spoke truth', Andrew Bolt today took a massive swipe at the left, but from what I've heard, that's what he does every time he lays pen to paper. The article under scrutiny has not been published online yet, but when it is, it will appear on this page.

Now I'm not really one to criticise Mr Bolt, given that this is probably the first article I've read of his that is in the paper and not copied and torn apart by bloggers the country over. But even so, I found myself fuming at his column, almost ready to tear it to shreds, which I did, but not after I took some notes ('oh no, he took NOTES!!').

Fellow bloggers, keep in mind that this is my first attempt to break down the work of Mr Bolt, so most of this will be stuff you've read before or published many times before yourself... forgive me.

First off, I resent being associated with the awfully segregated group that Bolt called the 'Leftists' or the 'progressives'. Note that I'll happily consider myself very libertarian and one of the lefties, but the groups that Mr Bolt made up are awful generalisations. It is unthinkable to label one group of people as one thing, when us liberals are constantly changing and ever-adapting. The only group of people that never changes are conservatives like Mr Bolt's good self. Not that this is a bad thing, but I just think that (here's a great turn of phrase) conservatives are awfully outdated. You're obsolete. Nobody listens to grumpy old men smoking pipes and talking about the 'good ole days'. Us dynamic liberals are quite over all that nonsense.

I like Mr Bolt's creative jibe when he says of SBS and Fairfax journalists:

It's as if they read from the same manual, Chants for Leftists, now in its international truth-free edition.

Funny, Mr Bolt. Conservatives write and constantly refer to manuals. When people say 'they wrote the book on such-and-such', they're talking about you lot. The liberals that you refer to don't need a bloody book. Sure we read them every now and again, but we change so fast that by the time a liberal book gets published, it's already obsolete. I also like how you associate Fairfax journalists with the left. Very subtle and very nice. I just find it hilarious that these lefty Fairfax chums get the news right (and give it far less biased) more often than you lot ever could. In short, you grossly over-generalise far too often.

Oh, ooh, and take this lovely snippet:

Once again, the Truth is more vital than the truth to Leftists, which is why their own dogmas are so deadly.

Wham. Bam. Okay. Attempting to look at my blog from a subjective point of view, I see it as but one opinion written in a way that hopefully doesn't offend, that puts forward my views in a way that is entertaining and interesting. God forbid I might even influence a few people or at least inspire them to put down their own opinion. Now that's hardly deadly, is it? My phrase of the day for you, Mr Bolt, is 'gross over-generalist'. I've used it once before. Don't think I won't use it again before this post is out.

Okay. This is just a pet peeve, but Mr Bolt's writing style is a little inferior to such columnist greats as Fitzy, Richard Hinds and Mike Carlton. I don't mean to sound degrading - this is just my opinion - but columnists should be a little more eloquent and professional in putting across an opinion. They're - dare I say it - above reporters, in that they're highly focused, specialised, and - or so we punters assume - a little more entertaining and vociferous. I just think that Bolt's style is a little below par. Like I said - just a pet peeve.

Bolt's final paragraph begins:

...progressives who read this will be angry. They won't want this to be true, and so won't believe it. Sadly, that's how most people reason.

Mr Bolt - I'm a 'progressive', and proud of it. Yes, I'm angry. But I don't just believe, I KNOW that there are terrible things happening in the world. You go on to criticise us for 'rejecting' Christianity and so-called 'restrictive' philosophies. Mr Bolt, this may shock you, but - I'M A PROUD LEFTIST ANGLICAN. Now, you gross over-generalist, how do you come back to that? Generalising is not the right way of criticising a group of people, because everyone is different. Though we may ally with particular fraternities, we have the right as humans to disagree. I can see how people could criticise the Pope, and these people are those that I hold in esteem for voicing their opinions. But I thought the Pope was alright, myself, and I hope others can understand or at the very least accept my view.

Stop using ridiculous issues such as the Papal debate and third world hunger to put down those, like myself, who stand on the other side of the fence. Right-left conflict is inevitable, but I think it should be a little more intellectual than this.

Until next time...

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

The red fraternity eats many go-signs at midnight

Sport stuff
Tiger, mate. You absolute bloody legend. Just when everyone thought your time was up; when the chips were down, you chipped up and over and in for a birdie. I salute you.

Also 'twas interesting to read in the paper this morning that Ian Ridley reckons that this 2005 Demons side could just be the one. People are awfully bloody quick to put that kind of pressure on us, aren't they? I mean, I'm as red and blue as they come, but when people start pulling this kind of stuff out three games into the season, dubiousness takes a hold of me and won't let go. Never mind. The press will always be the press, and people who used to have something to do with the game will keep being grumpy and judgmental. Nevertheless, carn the Dees.

Foreign politics: a minefield of opportunity
Johnny is weeping and wailing that we may not get to the ASEAN Summit. Enter the fake-British-accented saviour, saying:

'...the ministers have decided that instead of this being an exclusive group they would want to open the doors and have a more inclusive East Asia summit process.'

And in what I think is a lovely phrase:

'The Indonesian foreign minister rang me last night about the meeting and I was extremely pleased with the general direction of the discussions in the ASEAN foreign ministers meeting from the report I received from the Indonesian foreign minister.'

Yes, Alexander. I'm sure the Indonesian foreign minister is happy that the Indonesian foreign minister featured so prominently in this sentence concerning the Indonesian foreign minister. Alexander be the Indonesian foreign minister's bitch, yo. Humph. You poonce.

I dug up this from the archives of the Hovel. This was a post I made the last time the ASEAN confederacy was in the spotlight, and there was debate over whether or not Johnny should sign a treaty to join the other nations. This time the debate is over whether or not Australia will actually be allowed to go to the bloody meeting! I stick by my original declaration: that Asia should remain a foremost part of Australia's foreign policy, and that anything we can do to retain these links is vitally important.

A product of Aldi Stores Ltd.

Not far from where my Dad lives out east of Melbourne is an Aldi's supermarket. For a while now I've been a little cautious of this fast-growing network of discount supermarkets, and over the next few days I'll be digging a little deeper and seeing if I can expose some dastardly news or at least a mildly damaging opinion on this German phenomenon. That, or my opinion will do a one-eighty and I'll love the place. Time will tell.

Meantime, I have a mission for you all. If you have an Aldi's nearby, I want you to play the following little game. It will cost you $5, but is crucial to your understanding of my arguments and opinions over the next few days. I have told many of my friends that I just found this on the net somewhere, but truth is I made it up myself. I give you...

ALDI RAID

1. Take $5 from your wallet or somebody else's.
2. Drive, walk, cycle, skateboard, fly or run to your nearest Aldi's supermarket.
3. Pick one of the following categories: oral care, skin care, chocolate, flammables, cleaning products, allegedly dangerous or displaying the word 'Caution' somewhere, literature, unusual, allegedly electronic.
4. With that category in mind, take your $5 and spend it on as many related items as you can with said amount of money. The idea is to buy as many different things as you possibly can within your category.
5. For more fun, play with a friend and pick different categories, increase your money limit to $10 or $20, or play 'Team Aldi Raid', where you play in teams of 3 or 4, each member contributing an equal amount of money to the raid fund.
6. Once you have spent your $5, return to home base and browse through all the items. Make a list of items you would use on yourself or consume yourself, items that look odd or not like they're meant to, and items that you wouldn't throw at a stray dog. Browse your own list then compare to those of friends, opponents or teammates.
7. Post your experiences in a comment on Binnsy's Hovel.

Fun for the whole family.

Until next time...

Monday, April 11, 2005

The beseeching of certain chiefs undermines the walrus' authority

The city shimmers with some transcendent gleam...
For those of you who just want to see the visual representation of my journey today, you can check out the photos here!

My first day in Melbourne, and it was an absolute beauty. Upon setting off with Dad at about 8am, the clouds had descended over the city and it was almost a postcard image - Melbourne on a typical autumn day. But come 9:00 and the clouds had lifted, the sun was out and it was a beautiful day - perfect to have a nice stroll about the town and take a couple of happy snaps, as well as check out some of the major landmarks.

I disembarked at AC/DC Lane (most apt), and walked around the inner city for a bit, grabbing some breakfast at a cafe on Collins Street, then waiting until 9:30 for the bank to open to grab some moolah. I spent about an hour in Dymocks on Collins Street (this has developed into somewhat of a habit - my languishing in bookshops for ridiculous amounts of time... if I ever find a romantic interest, this is one thing she has to put up with - hell, if she herself is interested in such activities, all the better), and wandered out with two books. I then proceeded to complete some other clerical tasks around the city, taking happy snaps along the way - the whole time muttering to myself (more for personal reassurance than that of passers-by) 'I'm not a tourist; there's no need to look at me that way; yes, I can speak English.'

I headed out past Flinders Street Station and Federation Square to the place I must always visit when in Melbourne: the National Gallery of Victoria. Had I have been able to take photos inside I would have done so most copiously. Instead I settled for the path I have taken many times before: straight upstairs and along the catwalk to the section for 19th-20th century European Painting and Sculpture. I ended up beneath my favourite painting of all time. 'Anguish' by Augustus Schenck. Measuring an astounding 2.51 x 1.51 metres, 'Anguish' was painted by Schenck in 1878.

An evocative anthropomorphistic interpretation of human emotion and reaction to trauma. That's how I describe it when I want to sound intelligent. The first time I saw it, in late 2003, I was so struck with emotion that I choked up. It's just that incredible, and I never fail to pay a visit to my favourite sheep when I'm in town.

I continued from the Gallery down into the Queen Victoria Gardens and wandered past the many statues that dot the landscape. The entrance to the King's Domain was breathtaking, and then the confines of the tree-surrounded collonade open up to the archaically beautiful Shrine of Remembrance. The original building was built following World War One in honour of those who had sacrificed their lives for the Empire. The World War Two courtyard out front was constructed to honour those who had given their all to keep Australia free. To walk around outside, stand before the flame, wander through the darkened halls of the shrine itself, was something that had added significance for me as I stand on the cusp of adulthood than it ever did the many times I did it as a child. I looked up my great grandfather's name in the lists and knelt before the Stone of Remembrance ('No greater love hath man than this...'). It is something I don't think I'll ever experience in the same way again.

From the Shrine I wandered back into the city to grab some lunch, then caught the 2:15 from Flinders Street Station home. If you'd like to check out the photos I took whilst in the city this morning, you can see them here.

Since my return home I've watched a bit of Hamlet and written a bit in my Extension II journal. Much study must there be tomorrow! I'll also then post a little more extensively on events other than my experiences in the greatest city in existence - probably because I won't have been in the greatest city in existence!

Until next time...

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Why don't you go see if the clouds are drowning?

Sorry about the lack of updates. I've been pretty busy with stuff for the family and I've upgraded my PC so I've been stuffing around with that.

I arrived today at 12:45pm in my beautiful hometown of Melbourne. It was interesting while we were descending, that I could point out all the landmarks because of the many approaches I've done on Flight Sim. I knew precisely where Avalon and Essendon were, and was amazed at how accurate the scenery package I got actually was. The big yellow pylon of the Citylink is actually in precisely the right place!

There is mainly study in store for me while I'm down here, as well as catching up with the family, etc. I'm going to see if I can wangle a lift into the city with Dad in the morning, and I'll take a few scenic snaps of the Melbourne lifestyle to upload tomorrow night.

My return to Sydney in two weeks' time sees me straight into half-yearly exams, which is a bit of a right royal pain in the ass. I'm sure I'll be fine though.

Just a quick post to let you all know I'm still alive... I'll update tomorrow at some stage with the new photos and more of the same randomness and wit you expect from an idiot like myself.

Until next time...

Friday, April 08, 2005

Dark moods inhibit randomology...sorry folks

A Little Good News
Anne Murray
Written by Charles Black, Rory Bourke, and Thomas Rocco

I rolled out this morning
The kids had the mornin' news show on
Bryant Gumbel was talkin' 'bout the fighting in Lebanon
Some senator was squawkin' 'bout the bad economy
It's gonna get worse you see, we need a change in policy.

There's a local paper rolled up in a rubber band
One more sad story's one more than I can stand
Just once how I'd like to see the headline say
"Not much to print today, can't find nothin' bad to say", because...

Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town
Nobody OD'ed, nobody burned a single buildin' down
Nobody fired a shot in anger, nobody had to die in vain
We sure could use a little good news today.

I'll come home this evenin'
I'll bet that the news will be the same
Somebody takes a hostage, somebody steals a plane
How I wanna hear the anchor man talk about a county fair
And how we cleaned up the air, how everybody learned to care

Whoa, tell me...

Nobody was assassinated in the whole Third World today
And in the streets of Ireland, all the children had to do was play
And everybody loves everybody in the good old USA
We sure could use a little good news today.

Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town
Nobody OD'ed, nobody burned a single buildin' down
Nobody fired a shot in anger, nobody had to die in vain
We sure could use a little good news today.


I found this song on the net tonight and downloaded it. My mum used to sing it when she was performing lots, and she always used to change the words to fit in with the times. Bryant Gumbel was Steve Liebmann, then Kochy. Lebanon became 'that's goin' on'. Ireland became Baghdad.

The song still makes me cry, because music is one of the few things that makes sense to me in this fucked up world. The fact is that nothing will stop the death. Nothing will stop the carnage, the blood, the rapes, the hostages, the war. And though I in some ways feel powerless, music always lifts me out of these dark moods.

If you find this song somewhere, download it and have a listen. It's more relevant today than ever.

Until next time...

Thursday, April 07, 2005

I can't see the forest for the lack thereof...

Nuclear power - who will fall out next?
It seems that Labor MP Peter Garrett is the latest in a long line of politicians to raise the issue of nuclear energy. From the SMH article:

A climate-change levy, national energy-efficiency standards for buildings and an ambitious greenhouse gas reduction target should be adopted by the Labor Party to strengthen its existing climate change policies, MP Peter Garrett said last night ... "The advent of climate change and the likelihood of increasing global warming means this issue is one of the most critical we face," Mr Garrett, the Labor member for Kingsford Smith, told a Sydney Institute forum.

The pros and cons of nuclear power are fairly even, but a number of critics believe that the main problem with the debate is unresearched opposition. Nuclear expert Osman Kemal Kadiroglu says, 'Many people oppose nuclear power without knowing why or they are scared by anti nuclear lobby. The main problem of the nuclear power is the PR and educating the public with true scientific facts.'

While researching for this post, I came across this web site. It's a basic FAQ on the pros and cons of nuclear power written by John McCarthy. A lot of the questions are about the negative effects of nuclear power on humans and the environment, and many concern Chernobyl. McCarthy writes:

The largest estimates [of long-term casualties] are in the low thousands which would make Chernobyl a disaster comparable to the Bhopal chemical plant or the Texas City explosion of a shipload of ammonium nitrate or the Halifax disaster during World War I. On the other hand these large estimates are small compared to the number who have died in each of several recent large earthquakes in countries using stone or adobe or sod houses.

Given the recent Asian tsunamis this idea is a little dated but is still relevant to the argument. Also, the Chernobyl plant wasn't properly maintained, and was running obsolete Soviet technology. Advancements in both nuclear technology and disaster planning ensure that safety will be both paramount and relatively assured.

A related question was 'Are nuclear power plants perfectly safe?' Is any power system perfectly safe? Don't climb trees near power lines. Stay away from power stations. Keep out - 20,000 volts. Sound familiar? I don't think nuclear power is any less safe than any existing power source.

But where are the advantages? First and foremost, the momentous advantage of nuclear energy is the cost. Nuclear power plants are expensive to set up, but given the low running costs, the investment will eventually pay off. Numerous state parliaments around Australia have been debating this issue for a long time, and many environmentalists are pushing for long-term programs to be implemented. Unfortunately for individual parliaments, there must be Federal approval.

I, personally, am in favour of nuclear energy. Anything that can provide ten times as much power as gas or coal for a fraction of the cost and with a lot less side-effects for the environment is fine with me. Those worried about Chernobyl are still living in 1960's Russia. Move forward. The technology is here to make safe, reliable nuclear power a reality. Embrace it and let's start thinking about how our generation can do our bit for our world.

Until next time...

Pick the flowers of eternal youth and refuge will be his

Blog of the Day!
Yesterday I was named as Blog of the Day over at Sometimes It's Peaceful! I'm quite flattered, to be honest. The process of being named as BotD is completely random (picked from the 'last 10 updated blogs on Blogger) and I was stoked to have been picked. Gill, who maintains 'Sometimes It's Peaceful', writes of the Hovel:

My blog of the day today is Binnsy's Hovel, by Dan Binns in Western Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. His most recent post, Scallywags: What happens if coffee is mixed with narration, affected me in two ways: Firstly, it made me want to drink coffee and I had to go and make some; and secondly, reading the opening line: "The blogosphere's suddenly gone all introspective," made me think: This looks like my kinda blog ... It's a good read.

And a commenter said:

It's an excellent blog.

I don't mean to blow my own trumpet at all, but it's nice to be recognised! Thanks to Gill and the readers of Sometimes It's Peaceful, and I hope you continue checking in on my blog, and providing this important service and accolade to the blogosphere.

I'll post more this afternoon/tonight, in between preparing for assessment tasks and finishing Hamlet Study Questions.

Until next time...

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Scallywags: What happens if coffee is mixed with narration

Perhaps it's time we took a long hard look...
The blogosphere's suddenly gone all introspective. Prompted largely by a post from Senator Andrew Bartlett questioning the power of blogs and their influence over the populace, a number of prominent bloggers have begun exploring the facets of this issue. Senator Bartlett writes:

I’m all in favour of mechanisms which better connect people with political processes and better empowers the ‘average’ person. However, I’m also in favour of avoiding self-delusion, so it’s not useful to overstate the impact that blogs currently have, particularly in Australia. The big question for me is what the future propsects might be.

As regular readers will know, I have commented on the blogosphere a few times (such as here and here). Others who I have seen respond at length to this are Weezil and Troppo Armadillo. All raise very decent, valid and important points, and I'd like to add my two bobs' worth to the argument, collated from the various comments I've left on these sites, and new ideas I've come up with. I posted recently:

The blogolution refers to the advent of personal online journals over the past few years ... A blog is an expression of self, of opinion, of passion. The revolution is well and truly here ... What I'd like from the media - call me a dreamer - is objective coverage from a variety of angles. Tell us what happened, when it happened, who did it, how it happened and ask five people from different backgrounds why they think it happened. It'll never happen, but I'm an optimist.

In light of this new debate, I think that until the media becomes aware of what they're lacking, bloggers can serve as those people from different backgrounds from whose opinions others formulate their own. If blogging can help in formulating personal, objective opinions then it is a wonderful thing. First and foremost, Australia is a democratic nation. The idea of democracy is that everyone has their own opinion and the choice to voice that opinion. Blogging is a way of choosing to express oneself, and any method of expression is healthy, both for oneself and society as a whole.

I think the power of blogging is not so much in its authority as its influence on people. Perhaps we all take far too much at face value, which is why people take those willing to publish their opinions as a 'foremost' authority. If we read blogs and news reports objectively, then formulate our opinions based on research and our gut instinct, we will have a much more rounded view of big issues, and a step towards a better democratic society.

What I call the 'blogolution' is not so much a movement as it is a widespread putting forward of ideas. It is millions of movements surging forward into public awareness. I read blogs objectively. I laugh where appropriate, and stroke my chin and try to look intelligent when a valid argument is raised. Where possible, I try to see every blog entry as a big question: Do you agree? Having my own blog allows me to answer that question in a public arena, where people can see my opinion and do the same thing. This compounding of ideas is very healthy. Weezil writes:

Blogging is powerful because of the massive, independent, parallel processing of information and opinion, by hundreds of writers. This power comes not from the influence of one or two bloggers, but a symbiosis of the mass. Moreover, several hundred brains working on a topic will always turn up more information than will an individual writer chasing a story. The 'blogosphere,' being instantaneous and interactive, tends to collectively hash and bash a number of different viewpoints for a spell before a fairly narrow consensus is reached on an issue. The time and space constraints of traditional media do not permit this level of interaction and discussion.

The spontanaeity with which one can blog or comment on a blog allows for a rapid and fresh formulation of new theories and ideas - new contributions to a discussion. Like Weezil says, the majority takes all these opinions and generally tends towards a narrow consensus. In this way blogging is much like mainstream media in that the public tends to polarise an issue, and stick strongly to one side of an argument. But blogging allows for a much more widespread banter of ideas. Researched opinions are more favoured, at least by me. Bloggers usually do their research, and add their opinion into the mix. If all blog readers take my advice and read objectively, their opinions are very valid and they should feel free to throw them into the mix.

In conclusion, blogging is a dynamic online community which, I will concede, holds a certain amount of influence. But the power it holds is far outweighed by the inspiration it provides for the public, widespread and healthy debate of contemporary issues.

Until next time...

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Professional soccer guernseys see the futility in wallpaper

UPDATE AT 9:18PM: With special thanks to The Supermercado Project, I found this rather special tidbit of information about the imminent Papal election:

Though the prelates could in theory electe any baptised man, the next pontiff is virtually certain to come from among the cardinals themselves.

Let's focus on the words 'any baptised man'. I was baptised in 2001. Given I was baptised an Anglican, but they left the denominational subclause out! I'm in with a chance! I'll sit by the phone and wait for the all important call... we can imagine how that will go:

Ring... Ring...
Binnsy: Hello?
Archbishop Pell: Ah, is this Binnsy of 'Binnsy's Hovel' fame?
B: It is he.
P: Um, you've just been elected Pope.
B: Dude, what?
P: You're the new leader of the Catholic Church.
B: Dude, seriously, what the f***?
P: You're the f***ing Pope now!
B: Sweeeeeet. Screw you guys, I'm goin' to Rome.

Mwhoohahahahahahahahaaa. End dream here.


Interrogation - Whatever it takes?
Having just watched the SBS Network's Insight program, the topic of that discussion is foremost in my mind. The debate was on whether or not torture should be condoned as a means of interrogating a prisoner. This discussion has of course been spurred on by the rise in public awareness and political proceedings of terrorist activity.

One of the guests on the show, a philosophy professor from King's College in the UK - aside from doing very well in looking like he was sleeping - raised some very valid points. He said, perhaps a little more eloquently, that a society is judged by what it condones and values. This went down well with me because the assessment task I'm presently doing asks us to 'demonstrate understanding of ideas and values' of a particular era during composition of or in response to literature. He also said that we need to ask ourselves whether or not, as a society, we would condone the use of torture, and secondly, whether or not we would be happy with our choice further down the track. Is it justifiable to commit evil if, in the long run, and assuredly, good will come of it? Perhaps the major difference with the Iraq war from any other is that the war was declared after a full examination of the consequences. Will this benefit the Iraqi people? Will the sacrifices be justified? Regardless of whether people agree with the Bush administration's actions post-declaration, this phase in the process was admirable.

Torture has been happening since time immemorial. The only reason people are aware of the issue is because the media stick their cameras in it. I raised the issue of the battle for Fallujah in a previous post. The debate at that time was around footage of prisoners being shot in US outposts in the city. The gist of my argument was that in the heat of battle, anything goes. The public doesn't hear 99% of what happens in a war. They hear only what the media tells them, and only what they're willing to find out for themselves. I'd say of that 99% of events, at least 30%, if not more, would warrant significant debate by scholars, politicians and civilians on the other side of the world without guns in their faces or the constant threat of bombings. In essence, it's all very well for us to debate an issue - but what would we do were we in that situation?

Another guest on the show was a former US army interrogator. Apart from avoiding questions like an experienced politician (or Iraqi Information Minister), he kept raising the issue of context. He was basically re-iterating my point. When people asked him 'What would you do in situation x?', he was unable to answer because he didn't know the full story. An interrogator might be stationed in the Iraqi desert, millions of kilometres from home, with low rations, missing his family, no air conditioning or decent facilities back in the tents. How could we possibly know how we'd react in that situation? We might have had a bad day, and be especially in the mood for some whoop-ass. Unfortunately the 3pm appointment we have with Mr Smith - who's holding vital information concerning a terrorist cell in Iceland - just happens to get in the way.

There are also numerous political, moral and social facets of this argument. The discussion was full of human rights activists, socialists, politicians, students - everyone who thought they had an opinion.

I have no opinion on this issue, suffice to say that others shouldn't either unless they have experienced torture - either as interrogator or victim - in some way. Only then can someone have true authority on such an issue.

So then shall I move on and say that politics is a joke? If one hasn't experienced an incident or issue first-hand, then perhaps they don't have the proper understanding to make decisions on particular facets pertaining to such an incident or issue. The Defence Minister, for example, has no military expertise whatsoever, or very little at that. He just inherited a couple-billion-dollar portfolio and is running around like a child in a toy shop looking for model kits. Perhaps that judgment was a little shallow, but surely you see my point. The Minister for Aboriginal Affairs should be Aboriginal. The Minister for Children's Affairs should be an ex-teacher or child-care worker. The Minister for Animal Rights should be an active animal rights activist. The Minister for Finance should at the very least hold a bloody Bachelor of Accounting!

Society is too quick to debate an issue and formulate opinions. I formulate my opinions based on research and my gut instinct. Most people don't even go to that much trouble. I think the media has a lot to do with this. They tell us what they want us to hear, and through their voice. They tell us to look at the world through whatever coloured-glasses they want us to. The glory of blogging is once again evident in this argument. Opinions at their most raw. And not all aren't researched. Look at Darp, that stalwart of the Ausblogosphere. He has run blog campaigns against Hillsong, politicians, fellow bloggers and more recently the Australian Nazi movement. I neither condone nor condemn his work, but merely admire the work he put in. There were endless posts with countless tidbits of information direct from reliable (and not-so-reliable but very relevant) sources, and the comment and debate flowed thick and fast. And if nothing else, seeing the downfall of a national or international organisation because of a lone blogger is extremely entertaining.

Well, would you look at that? The progression of a post in its element. Torture to politics to blogging. Nice. At least I'm back to blogging big!

Until next time...

Stoppeth thou thy nosebag

Do you reckon I should stop having random subjects for my posts? See, I think they're unique, but there's the dilemma of people having no idea what to look for when searching through the archives when a post's been around for a while.

So, whaddya reckon? Comment and let me know!

My randomness is a conglomerate of my eyepatch. Arr.

Howard & Yudhoyono - Together Forever
It seems that Mr Howard and the Indonesian president with the coolest name in existence: Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono, have hit it off rather well. Dr Yudhoyono is in Australia for a visit and honoured the nine Australians killed in the tragic helicopter crash over the weekend. It seems Johnny has pulled out all his best pick-up lines, declaring that Australia and Indonesia were 'true friends' and 'together forever' [OOOOHHHH <3<3 !!111!!!]. If only the Doc knew what he was in for.

Charles postpones marriage to the beast
In other news, Charlie's been forced to postpone his wedding to the Bulldog of Cornwall because of the Pope's funeral on Friday. What a shame. I'm sure the Queen is upset. Speaking of the Queen, she's sending Charles as her representative to the Pope's funeral. Now I can understand her reasons for not attending Charles' wedding, but why not the funeral of one of the world's most important and respected religious figures? Aye, the royal family gets weirder and weirder.

There are Parent Teacher Interviews this afternoon but I'll endeavour to post more when I get home.

Until next time...

Monday, April 04, 2005

Return to where your feet will eat the mole people

Advanced English Half-Yearly Exam Questions
For readers who are in my English class at school, and were a little lost while the teachers were dictating the questions for the Half-Yearly, I have typed them up and made them available for download here. You might also just want them typed up neatly, in which case take them too! Incidentally, if we have any English scholars, teachers or former students drop by who want to give a bunch of Year 12 Advanced English students a bit of help, check out the questions and leave some comments, or email me and I'll post the emails up here. NB: These questions apply to 2-Unit Advanced English only. I hold no responsibility for the stupidity of any Standard student who whinges because they were too n00b-ish to read this dislaimer.

English Extension I Assessment Task
So the deal is, I have to compose the transcript of an interview between a film producer, and theatre director and a journalist while they discuss the 'changing nature of Revenge Tragedy within different contexts and mediums.' And it's due Thursday. Fan-bloody-tastic. Probably should've started this while I was off school before Retreat. But you know. Anyways, 1200 words isn't too bad, provided I get most, if not all, of my research done between tonight's two episodes of Mythbusters. That's an hour and a half. Brilliant.

Other than my own personal crap I can think of nothing more on which to blog. Consider this a small 24 or so hour hiatus from my usual blogging eloquence. I best get on with this assessment task.

Until next time...

Almighty usurper of peoples' gunderbags, let go your yearnings!

Remember my old blog over at Blog-City? This email showed up in my junk mail yesterday:

From: Blog-City Help Desk
Sent: Sunday, 3 April 2005 6:01:12 PM
To: Binnsy
Subject: binnsy.blog-city.com will shortly be removed

We've noticed you have not used your blog in a while.

http://binnsy.blog-city.com and you have 55 entries.

Should you wish your blog to be removed you do not need to reply to this email, it will die naturally in the next few days.

If however you want to continue to use your blog and take advantage of the new features being added all the time, then just go and log in and BLOG!

Remember, its not enough just to log in, you must BLOG!

Thank you,

Blog-City
http://www.blog-city.com

How sad. My BLOG! must be left to die naturally. I wonder how a BLOG! dies, and where a BLOG! goes when it finally kicks the bucket. Is there a BLOG! heaven? I went over there and republished the last BLOG! I published, which was the 'we have moved' one. Check it out for old times' sake if you feel so inclined. Meantime I'll keep on having a BLOG!.

The photos from the LAN are well and truly up so go and check them out. I'll post more when I get home this afternoon.

Until next time...

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Randomology randomises the random

UPDATE, 6:12pm: The photos from the LAN party have been uploaded, all they need now is approval! This should happen in the next hour or so. Visit the Photo Hut to check them out.


Tributes to Hessie
I just wanted to acknowledge some great writing on Paul Hester over the past week. First off is today's tribute in the 'News Extra' section of the Sun-Herald. Beautifully written and very reflective, and with strong messages about depression. The second was published in The Age on Wednesday and was written by Alan Attwood. And last is from fellow blogger Jess over at AusCulture. She writes:
I should warn you that during the following attempt at discussing Paul’s passing in greater depth than my earlier post, I’m going to be rather clumsy and inarticulate. It’s hard to find the words to create a worthy tribute to Paul Hester and to aptly describe the feelings of most people I know who have been moved by Paul’s passing, but I just felt I had to write something more about his death.

On the contrary, she wrote a deep, reflective and profoundly moving tribute that resonates with bloggers and readers everywhere, not the least on which was myself.

Demons on fire, but none should ignore the Storm
I found a good writeups on the Demons' victory over the Doggies yesterday - from the official MFC site. It would appear that yesterday's win sealed a magical start to the season for the Melbourne Demons. Some friends and I usually comment on the Dees from season to season as being very up and down. Come finals time the Dees could be 3rd one year and 14th the next, then 5th and 12th next time round. In 2004 the Demons were almost at their peak. The forwards, led by the awesome David Neitz, made the most of their opportunities, and a strong backline headed up by Alistair Nicholson was in full flight. The addition of the exciting Aaron Davey added the element of incredible speed to the midfield defence, and Demon stalwarts like Cameron Bruce and Russell Robertson shone when they were needed. Jared Rivers, who was elected as the National Bank's Rising Star for 2004, certainly added something new to Melbourne's game, and will hopefully keep going in 2005. If we can maintain the momentum that we've built up over the past two rounds, and make more of our opportunities, you never know. 2005 could be a firey year.

I was understandably eager to sing the praises of the Dees yesterday, but it was good to see Melbourne having success in that other sport they call rugby league. The Melbourne Storm toppled the Brisbane Broncos 50-4. An incredible and rather comprehensive victory, and I salute the Storm for keeping a Victorian foot in the door of league's top guns!

Politics, the Public and the Press - The Story of Modern Media
Whilst browsing the internet yesterday evening, I came across the personal blog of Queensland Democrats senator Andrew Bartlett. I was most impressed by Mr Bartlett's initiative at setting up the blog. As he says, he seeks to receive feedback uncontaminated by the media, and forge a link between him and the public. Politicians are the people who run the country. Thus, a great amount of media attention is placed on them. The media, at least at the innocent, unassuming, blissfully unaware higher echelons, believes it is doing the public a favour by bringing politics to the masses. In fact, they are corrupting what members of parliament say to bring to the public the media's bottom line.

Herein lies the brilliance of what I will henceforth call the blogolution. The blogolution refers to the advent of personal online journals over the past few years. I am currently glued to journalist Antony Loewenstein's blog over the past week or two. Antony's coverage of the Iraq war for the Sydney Morning Herald was second to none, but as he says, he always felt pressure from above to put across his reports in a certain way, however trivial the modifications were. Loewenstein's blog is now his own, undoctored opinion and coverage of world events. He regularly questions the media, as I have in the past. He also believes the media is frequently corrupted by the government, and has grave concerns of much of the media's allegiance to the Howard government. I was struck by one of his posts, which encouraged readers to voice their opinions of the media. He wrote:

It’s time that media existed not solely for the advertising dollar, but for informing readers. Let’s get beyond the Right and Left divide. They exist of course, but increasingly partisan news agendas don’t serve the public interest. I love that the mainstream media is struggling to understand or accommodate the blogging revolution. It’s time they acknowledge that their agendas and angles are no longer the only truth. Far from it ... Let’s have a discussion about what media you want, what you dislike, what you think your media isn’t telling you and what perspectives they’re ignoring or highlighting. Blogging allows media to be owned by us, the reader and participant. And that’s the most democratic thing that’s happened to media for a generation.

I was moved to comment, and wrote (this be an abridged version, yarr):

A blog is an expression of self, of opinion, of passion. The revolution is well and truly here ... What I'd like from the media - call me a dreamer - is objective coverage from a variety of angles. Tell us what happened, when it happened, who did it, how it happened and ask five people from different backgrounds why they think it happened. It'll never happen, but I'm an optimist.

Who knows, one day my dream may be realised. Like I said, I'm an optimist. I am but one example of the public voicing their opinion on present issues. Mr Bartlett is a politician attempting to bridge the gap (the gap between the always flowing, sometimes polluted media) between the public and those of his vocation. Mr Loewenstein is a freelance journalist who recognises that power corrupts and that history can be changed by writing a cheque or swiping a credit card. Optimism might be just what the world needs...

RIP Karol Jozef Wojtyla
aka Pope John Paul II
1920-2005

The Pope is dead. The passing of such a pious, caring person warrants deep reflection on all aspects of life. The Pope is indeed the representative of God, and what more could Catholics ask for than a person as beautiful as Karol Jozef Wojtyla. There was a photo amid all the others in the paper today that really drove home to me who the Pope was. It was about 15 odd years ago, and it was just the man, with a broad, cheeky grin on his face. Gee, I thought, he was just like us.

People in positions of power, like the Pope, are always on the verge of having a superiority complex. But Pope John Paul II never succumbed to such temptations. Everyone loved him. He helped overthrow communism and did so much good for the world, but was never too far from the people themselves. When I read stories of people who were kissed by the Pope during his visits, I recognise the integrity and humanity of the man who just happened to be Pope. He saw the Papacy as just something he was part of. His grand plan was one of connection with the people, of doing good for the world, and his title was just a great support in achieving such a plan.

That said, he wasn't a very well man, and I am glad for him that he is finally at peace, resting in the arms of his Lord.

"We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain that we can carry nothing out. The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away: blessed be the Name of the Lord."
1 Timothy 6:7

Until next time...

Saturday, April 02, 2005

From the alkaline ruins of Fort Honeysuckle come my great porcupine warriors

After a few days of running away to woop-woop and being a nerd, I'm back and blogging!

Bede Polding College - Year 12 Retreat 2005
On Wednesday afternoon half of Year 12, including my good self, was bundled on to a bus, and driven to the Marist Brothers Centre at Mittagong for two days of spiritual awakening. As loyal readers could well imagine, I was very reluctant to attend, and most cynical of what had been alluded to as the Retreat's activities. However, upon reflection I can say that the Retreat was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.

Where others were content to sit back and let time dictate action, I grabbed every opportunity with both hands, and was rewarded in a myriad of ways. I reawakened old friendships, affirmed current relationships, and ensured that some contacts still existed. I discovered a lot of what it means to me to be a Christian, and how I can work on my relationship with God.

Don't worry, I'm not going to go off on another religious funride, but it was just a breathtakingly deep and meaningful experiences of my life, and is one that I'll reflect on often in the coming months.

Post-LAN Plunge
I think the overwhelming sensation would have to be that of sheer exhaustion. I mean, Retreat didn't help any. What, with the creaky beds, the fact that all the blokes slept in the same dormitory, and were snoring, coughing, chatting (and smuggling contraband substances, but we won't go into that), and that no matter how much physical recreation I did during the day to ensure my fatigue was sufficent for a good night's sleep, that slumber didn't come easily. In fact, it often didn't come at all - and when it did, it was short and shallow.

So, with that in mind, imagine returning from Retreat and heading to a mate's house to sit cross-legged on a couch, leaning forward to leer into a computer screen and play video games for 12 hours straight from about 8pm to 8am. Normally the prospect would have been overwhelmingly attractive to me, and even with my aches and fatigue, it still managed to lure me in.

God it was fun. The language, the music, the sweat, the heat, the camaraderie, the mateship, the triumph and the sheer despair. LAN parties officially kick ass. The atmosphere is truly electric. I spoke in previous posts about the sub-culture of nerds. This is nerdity at its absolute finest. It was with a difference, though, in that two of the participants were accompanied by their lady-friends (so perhaps they're not 100% nerds). Alas, neither of these participants was myself, but it was highly amusing to witness the moral dilemma between loyalty to the nerdity within or to the dashing persona without.

Games played included Counter-Strike, Unreal Tournament 2004, Call of Duty, Pirates and Flight Sim 2002. I scored craploads of new music, including a few tracks that I've been trying to find for yonks. Overall, an extremely enjoyable evening/night/dawn/morning.

Now, though, I sit here at my computer at home. It's 2:39pm Saturday April 2, and I haven't slept since 6:30am Friday April 1. I am completely and utterly stuffed. However, such is my loyalty to my blog that I post! I post FOR YOU!

The Moment of Truth
The task about which I am about to speak is a task that I have performed hundreds of times throughout my life, and I daresay a number of you readers have probably done it a few times too. You go off to Harvey Norman, and come home with a full boot. Or you go to a LAN party. Come home from a LAN party. Move your office workstation to a different room in your house. All the piddly little wires, the box, the monitor, the printer, speakers, mouse, keyboard, all painstakingly reconnected and set back in its place. And then, the moment of truth. You push the 'Power' button, and pray. You can't help but wonder if one day you might just stuff it up, and nothing will happen. But odds are the little green light will flash, the three green LEDs on the keyboard will light up, and you're away.

Just an odd little reflection, I know, but a reflection nonetheless.

Carn the Mighty Demons! Two from two! 'It's a grand old flag, it's a high-flying flag, it's the emblem for me and for you...'

The Pope nears death
Regardless of your religious affiliation it's not hard to see the influence and power that the Pope holds over all Christianity. Even though I'm not a direct denominational follower of the pontiff, I can still feel a compassion for him and his calling. But now, it would seem, John Paul's time in this world has just about expired. The sheer enigma of the papacy is something to be marvelled at. True, from the hallowed halls of the building that surround St Peters Square, much corruption has issued forth within and without. But nevertheless, the Vatican and its most important citizen retain an almost mythical aura and public perception. More on the Pope soon, I'm sure.

Until next time...