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.]

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!
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.]

In the Old City of Bangkok, on the afternoon of Wednesday 28 November 2007, this barber (pictured) gave me the best haircut I’ve ever had.
It wasn’t because I looked particularly handsome afterwards, though it was an improvement. It was the meticulous care and attention shown.
’Pong took the photo with a proper camera, not a telephone. He’s got a better eye than me, too, and he’s certainly captured the mood.
I’m currently sitting in seat 30A of Virgin Blue’s 737-800 airliner, registrated as VH-VOK but nicknamed “Smoochy Maroochy”, sipping a moderately acceptable cabernet merlot which arrived in a little plastic bottle.
I’d chosen this seat for two reasons. Statistically this is the safest seat in the aircraft. But more importantly, it’s the first time I’ve crossed the Nullarbor, and I wanted a clear view of the desert uninterrupted by wings.
My plans have been thwarted. But I have been given an unexpected treat.
“Facebook makes the whole world like Adelaide.” If you’re from Adelaide, you’ll know how true that is.