Last night I had to re-boot the oven because it had crashed. I only wanted to grill a couple of tomatoes for our dinner. Does it really require that amount of computational complexity?
Trash sculptures
I’ve been very serious today so the time’s come for something a little more light-hearted — sculptures of garbage that, when looked at from exactly the right angle, form a silhouette of the artists.
Thanks to Signal vs Noise for the link.
Note to Aust military: tell us about brave deeds
Why was this story of Aussie bravery kept quiet for two and a half years?
Dear Department of Defence, if it’s worth awarding two Distinguished Service Medals for, it’s a story worth telling. Particularly as Australia involves itself in politically unpopular wars and the boys and girls who put their lives on the line need our support.
Surely you can tell enough of the story to inspire the kiddies without “revealing operational secrets”. Hell, I’d love to record this kind of oral history!
Releasing the news this week makes it look like you’re trying to distract us from that awful helicopter crash.
Howard’s concern seems genuine — genuine spin, that is
John Howard’s racist intervention into the management of Aboriginal child sex abuse cases seems to be based on genuine personal shock, at least according to one feature story yesterday:
“I thought the report was just horrific,” he said yesterday. “This is very genuine. I am distressed. It is terrible. Little children. Don’t underestimate the personal interest and commitment to this. Or Mal Brough [Howard’s Minister for Indigenous Affairs]. He is quite passionate about doing something on this subject. I said to him, ‘We’ve got to do something, we’ve got to grab hold of this. The territory’s not going to do anything.'”
But once that’s out of the way, the spin begins:
“It’s just terrible. Just imagine if it was Dickson, or Brunswick or Marrickville or whatever. It’s just intolerable and you’ve just got to do something about it.
Cute choice of examples, Mr Howard. I don’t know about Dickson (are you reading this, Antony Green?), but I live in the Marrickville electorate and Brunswick is the Melbourne equivalent — both multicultural Labour-voting areas.
Howard’s choice is 100% political. Mention left-wing heartlands so those on the left take the example personally and sympathise with the pain, and those on the right are reminded that these mixed-race communities are a hotbed of sordidness. He certainly doesn’t say “Just imagine if it was Mosman or Elsternwick.”
I mean, there’s no child sexual abuse in suburbs with deciduous trees, and Howard wouldn’t risk upsetting core Liberal party voters by even suggesting it were possible.
Howard doesn’t mention that the Little Children are Sacred report is the 13th enquiry into Aboriginal child sexual abuse since he became PM — three of them federal enquiries!
He doesn’t mention that NT chief minister Clare Martin proposed an interventionist solution a year ago — which he ignored.
He doesn’t mention that federal funding to tackle this issue was cut 4 years ago.
But he does keep emphasizing that he’s taking control, that he’s in control, that once more he’s Big Strong Daddy.
And as I write that a sudden thought crosses my mind. Isn’t Big Strong Daddy the one committing most child sexual abuse?
[P.S. There’s interesting comments on this issue attached to my original post. Enjoy.]
A Crikey-led traffic burst
Writing for Crikey this week triggered an interesting burst of activity.
- Website traffic doubled for a couple of days.
- I was blogged about by Tim Dunlop over in Murdochland.
- People from my past emerged from the woodwork — including Keith Conlon, the man who first taught me broadcasting.
Weird coincidences upped the traffic too:
- Interest in Australia’s new ambassador to Italy, Amanda Vanstone, led more than 400 people to read my posting about Boost juice bars.
- 200 people looking for live TV coverage of the space shuttle landing found my post about the previous shuttle touchdown.
But I’m still getting plenty of folks looking for those goddam Steve Irwin jokes , or discovering how to spell Vodafone.
