This guy in cosmopolitan Flint, Michigan, thinks he’s cracked the technique for building Stonehenge — without requiring alien intervention.
Thanks to _Signal vs Noise_ for the pointer.
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!
This guy in cosmopolitan Flint, Michigan, thinks he’s cracked the technique for building Stonehenge — without requiring alien intervention.
Thanks to _Signal vs Noise_ for the pointer.
Shadow foreign affairs spokesman Kevin Rudd‘s unimaginative catch-phrases are sending the wrong messages. Calling Foreign Minister Alexander Downer “hairy-chested” won’t work. And all this talk of cold showers is revealing far too much of your personal life. Here’s why…
Continue reading “Kevin Rudd’s hairy-chested shower with Helen Coonan”
If you’re after a simple-to-configure image gallery for a website, Singapore is a good way to go. I managed to re-create my gallery of photos of Bronte Beach at the dawn of 2003 in just 30 minutes.
I didn’t get time to read the Sydney Morning Herald yesterday, so my thanks to QueerPenguin for spotting this superb quote from Tanya Plibersek, the federal member for Sydney (ALP):
Howard routinely dismisses arguments because of who makes them: environmentalists; teachers; students; church leaders; unionists — they’re all part of a cultural elite, he says. The constant use of “elite” as a pejorative has become comical from a man who loves the reflected glory of hanging around elite sporting heroes and who governs for big business and rich people while living one of the most privileged existences in the country with his fine mansion on Sydney Harbour, his unprecedented wine bill, his comfy VIP jet and his $170,000, four-day Rome hotel bill. You can’t hide privilege under a tracksuit.
It’s worth reading the entire piece.
OK folks, an update on my continuing saga to join the wonderful Digital 3G Wonderland… now that I’ve overcome my indecision about network choice, my fears about the Nokia N80’s battery life, my frustration with poorly-chosen web addresses and the annoyance at Vodafone’s crappy telephone etiquette.
I have finally bought a Nokia N80 outright, and plugged it into Vodafone‘s network. Here’s my thoughts so far — after a couple bottles of sauvignon blanc over dinner and a random play with the technology.
With the ABC’s new editorial guidelines announced yesterday, it’s given the right-wingers an excuse to engage in some over-the-top rhetoric — proving that hyperbole isn’t the preserve of the left calling everyone a fascist.
Best effort so far has to be this one from Murdoch-land:
With its poor performance, entrenched ideological bias and ‘Vietcong-style’ industrial strife, surely it’s time we sold the public broadcaster, maintains Rudi Michelson.
Yes, apparently ABC staff members have been creeping through the jungle at night, slaughtering villagers and setting fire to ammunition dumps…