Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
Not only do Australia’s Olympic athletes have superb pectorals, the government has set them up with a bevy of 5 to 12-year-olds to chat to on the Internet.
Olympian Andrew Gaze says the program will provide inspiration to young people and the Olympic team.
Indeed. And if you set up, say, Wollongong property developers with a bunch of pre-pubescents online, Serious Questions Would Be Asked. Why are Serious Questions not being asked about this initiative?
Creepy.
I think the real estate industry is eating itself. A house I used to live in in Adelaide has its own website!
[Update 7 August 2009: Alas, the website has now disappeared. What a shame.]
There’s a piece in The Australian today with info on the current status of the government’s Internet filtering plan. Will try to find time for some commentary later.
Bored by pornography? You’re not the only one, according to The Onion.
Jaded by the sight of what it deemed “run-of-the-mill” orifices, the nation’s pornography-saturated populace released a statement Monday demanding a new bodily opening to leer at. “At this point, staring at an anus, vagina, or beckoning mouth has become so commonplace that it is no more titillating than ogling, say, the human elbow.”
Read the whole article to discover what the populace demands in its new orifice, so to speak. Hat-tip to Boing Boing.
Three quick movies for you to watch on a lazy Sunday… things which I’ve been sent over the last week.
’Pong’s photograph Pink Force (above) was a finalist in the Sydney Now, a photojournalism contest run by the Historic Houses Trust. Congrats, babe! [high-resolution version]
