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!
The Snarky Platypus will appreciate this one, I’m sure. This is Royal Stags, a mixed media artwork from 2005 by Kate Rohde which is currently gracing the walls at Sydney’s Gallery 4a.
Continue reading “Hey, classy antlers, Doc!”Thanks for all the recent comments. I haven’t responded yet because I took most of today off work, recovering from “election overload” and hiding from the unnaturally hot weather. I will look at them all soon.
Should I post this video? I mean, it’s called Glory Hole, but it’s not what you think.
Well, it is. But not quite.
Oh, bugger it. Decide for yourself.
Thanks to Alextremist for the pointer. I think. Now get back to your homework.
Tom Wood, the teenager who cracked the Australian government’s NetAlert porn filter in under an hour, has written a detailed analysis of the whole issue. Lotsa useful links at the bottom. Go, boy!
“Labor, the party of the working class, has officially become the party of choice for intellectuals,” claimed The Australian last Thursday. Sorry, which “official” said this?
No, it wasn’t a Labor party official announcing a change in their funding source. Nor some mythical official spokesperson for “intellectuals” — could there ever be such a central organisation? No, the “official” is just the journalist who wrote the story, or his sub-editor.
In one way this is like that common mis-use of the word “literally”. As in: “Kevin Rudd was literally torn apart in Parliament this afternoon.” But there’s also some lovely propaganda at work — either because the journo thought it’d make it more dramatic, or because (heaven forbid!) The Australian is continuing its pro-Coalition stance.
Wanna read about some amazing flying? I stumbled across the story of the Gimli Glider yesterday — a Boeing 767 which ran out of fuel at 41,000 feet and was successfully landed by Captain Robert (Bob) Pearson and First Officer Maurice Quintal. Beautiful work, lads.