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 week of Monday 13 to Sunday 19 April 2026 brought some deep orange sunsets thanks to some large-scale hazard reduction burns to the west of Sydney. I tried to get back into a proper work routine, but in the first half of the week I seemed to be fighting a lurgi and was very, very tired.
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Can I just say that stabbing back pain is far from being one of my favourite things? My week of Monday 12 to Sunday 19 May 2024 was punctuated by pain, so my productivity was way, way down. Next week, though. Next week…
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Monday 17 to Sunday 23 October 2022 was an astounding week in British politics, so I made a podcast. I also had quite a few drinks, but we won’t talk about that. I will mention that there was a lot of rain, however. Thanks, La Niña.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 647: So much good food while the UK disintegrated before our eyes”
My week of Monday 11 to Sunday 17 November was spent in Sydney, apart from just one night. Friends persuaded me to avoid the Blue Mountains on Tuesday’s “catastrophic” fire danger day — though things turned out fine up there — and I stayed down for the rest of the week for a few Health Patrol duties.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 494: Avoiding fires, finding faults, reading court decisions”
My week of Monday 15 to Sunday 21 July 2019 was another one largely devoted to supporting my friend with an acute health problem, although I did get a little interesting work done along the way this time.
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For nearly two weeks now, Australians have been more afraid of the fear of the risk of terror that ever before. We’re going to war, and the defence minister is an idiot. But don’t worry about why an event on the other side of the world is suddenly a threat here. We’re going to go butt chugging.
What does any of this mean? Who knows.
But we do hear how terrorism alert rankings serve no purpose beyond encouraging a burst of panic and how we won the war on Thai chilli sauce, as well as the evacuation of the Westfield Burwood shopping centre and how that did not relate to any contemporary issue.
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